Courtesy of BUGB e-news sweep, this caught my eye this morning.  Now that I have my gleaming new laptop, and have resolved the hardware issues with my ADSL modem (my instincts on the cause proving correct) maybe I need to bless it for service?

In the past I have tried a more culturally relevant harvest festival whereby people brought items to symbolise their work but I had never paused to consider the equivalents of 'Plough Sunday' or 'Rogation Sunday.'  "Beating the bounds" could be fun though, even in an urban setting!!

Last night I went to meet the Girls' Brigade company with whom it has been suggested I work.  After nearly thirty years and several different contexts there was nothing much to surprise me - except I struggled to understand the overall leader whose accent and idiom were something to behold.  If nothing else, working with this community, very different from the one at church, will make for variety... It never ceases to amaze me how in middle class contexts I feel very aware of my working class roots, and in working class contexts feel frightfully middle class: perhaps it's as well I get to encounter both to keep me self-aware?  In the meantime, I have to come to terms with the fact that GB Scotland will require me to completely retrain despite 30 years experience and having been a trainer in England... daft but there I go.  Maybe they'll offer language lessons...?!