Last night and the GB nativity went off surprisingly well.  In some bizarre kind of miracle, all the girls turned up, including a few we hadn't seen for several weeks so we had a full (or, actually, extended) complement of five angels, four wise people, three sheep, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.  Well, not the last two, but you get my drift.

Miracle number two was that every girl had a parent or relative there, some had several - usually many girls are dropped off, with parents aksing what time they should collect them, which makes me sad.  There were also a good smattering of church people, including the church's minister - excellent.  It was, in the end standing room only, breached fire regs (so Catriona mumbled a bit, like a good risk assessor should, before deciding we were OK on a 'time at risk' basis!!) and a great atmosphere.

Not too much went wrong, one narrator was losing her voice by the end of the performance, and one person failed spectacularly to fulfil her role of moving Mary's chair for her, but it was full of funny and 'ah' moments for parents.  Like all good GB leaders, I was proud of 'my' girls - all 25 of them - who do at least know that Jesus was born in 'Befflee-em.'

Now almost two days 'bunking off' to Warrington/Manchester before "outreach, outreach, outreach!"