Molly has a plan. She thinks that if she sits between clock and carol books, lap time will come sooner. She may be right.
Today was filled with children. Newton Primary Christmas service at the Cathedral, followed by a delightful hour with H. and her class at Dunblane Primary playing priestly-dress-up, then a meeting with our Lay-Reader-Young-Church-leader-title-defying-community-worker and the headteacher of St Mary’s Primary to cross t’s and dot i’s for next week’s service and to devise a strategy for the rest of the year.
My diary couldn’t have been kinder to me today. I woke up knowing that I had reached that point before Christmas where there is too much to do and too little time but just enough time that one mustn’t go into triple speed yet. And knowing too that it was going to be one of those days that I just wanted to play ostrich and bury my head in the sand.
That is much harder to do amidst the laughter and curiosity of the middle-schoolers (a good American phrase…)
It was not the most productive ‘work’ day ever, but there were many blessings on the way.
And if anyone can think of a good short hand way of naming what N does, do let us know, won’t you?