Formerly busy

I have looked forward to this moment for ages. It's been a busy couple of weeks, most of which I enjoyed, but having space back again is wonderful.

Woke up yesterday morning to the sound of a ten year old house guest waking everyone up trying to find the right room - the one his parents were sleeping in. Taking Jon back to Aberystwyth later Jon said he dreamed that a boy woke him up.

Still a busy Sunday morning with the all-age, post Treasure Seekers Holiday Club service to be navigated and there was someone in every room of our house. I also had the sort of head you get when the wedding, for which the guests had visited, included a barrel of Hook Norton.

Best line of the wedding, from the bride, 'I've never met a man before whose eyes light up when you say you've broken something.' Jude and Jono - we love you.

The four guests having gone, and Jon having headed back for year 3 of his course (gosh) and we are back to three, two of whom are preparing to go to work as I write. Bliss.

Highlights of the Holiday Club are many but it is worth saying that the whole, brilliant team spent most of the week saying what a wonderful bunch of childen we had. I agree. They were excellent. I spent the whole week dressed as a pirate. What do you call a rat who eats all the pies? A pie rat of course.

The Spirit of groom Jono must have been upon us (Liz and I) because arriving back tired from six hours driving (me) and Liz tired from trying not to kill a particular Cargo employee, we disovered that a tap washer had given up the ghost and we had to de-lime some plumbing and fudge a big washer into a smaller one. It worked. We are so proud. Slightly better experience than the Friday night tiredness when, after a particularly stressful music practice for the wedding I relaxed by throwing a glass of red wine over Liz, compounding the error by daring to laugh at her in her formerly white T-shirt (I could see nothing else to do apart from suicide and that might have upset her more).

The music at the wedding went OK although I had to play the world's worst Steinway grand piano. Tried to play it in the manner of Lizst (so hard it would break) but didn't succeed - the guy must have hit those keys man.

Today St Paul's has two new members of staff. Off for croissants and staff meeting. Laters.