Taking photos in St Paul’s yesterday in preparation for a school visit, I was left with the age old problem:
Why are the bad guys always more interesting?
I never can manage to side with St George.
Taking photos in St Paul’s yesterday in preparation for a school visit, I was left with the age old problem:
Why are the bad guys always more interesting?
I never can manage to side with St George.

Molly thinks the lay training in Dunoon is going brilliantly. Earlier in the month, one offered blood sacrifice. Then today, another returned from Spain bearing gifts… Tango, anyone?
Addendum: Molly says colourful foreigners are fine for an evening fling, but it’s the domestic grey you can spend the night with…
A quiet day today. No work. No blogs that require thought. And (if I’m lucky and the rain keeps up) no gardening.
Many thanks to all who worked so hard to make the Holy Week liturgies happen. It occurs to me that though we have half the people of my last church, we have not only done every bit as much, but we have done it twice and thrice.
Hopefully my brain will re-engage enough for proper blogging in the next day or two.
A belated on-line version:
Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Easter