For various reasons our montly Saturday morning breakfast-and-prayer was moved to the afternoon yesterday.  Instead of croissants we had scones with jam, clotted cream and fresh strawberries.  All very civilised!  The last couple of months have been nutty for all the people involved, so we ended up spending almost two hours together, sharing pastoral news and catching up before we spent some time formally in prayer.  With summer approaching, I suspect the prayer meeting will go once more into abeyance, whch saddens me.  What if we could learn to get together over tea and buns more regularly and spend even five minutes in prayer?  Apart from needing to buy larger clothes to accommodate the increased waistline of course...