Today I began the cull of books (apart from those in my study!) and packed up no less than four book-boxes (or four shelves worth) of books from my living room.

Why did I keep a book on how to make a nuclear reactor all this time?  Nostalgia I guess - at the time I bought these text books they represented a massive investment, eating up a lot of my student grant (remember those?), they continued to form a valuable resource for many years, especially the ones on management and economics! But now they are in a box and will go off to a charity shop who can decide whether to sell them or send them for pulping... my 'you can't just destroy books they are precious' gene is well supressed these days!!

One shelf of novels and one shelf of 'coffee table' books survived the cull.

Once all these have gone, I'll start on the children's books...!

It's all surprisingly cathartic.

So, here it is - two Revs, both women, both English, both Baptist, conducting a marriage service in Scotland.  That really is quite a rare event!

Had a lovely time, R led a beautiful service, and A&A were an absolute delight.

Today is an unusual day in many ways.

Firstly, it's my sixth wedding of 2017, and the third in which I have an official role.  That's more weddings - of any type - than I've ever before had in the same year.

More interestingly, it is one that has oodles of connections...

I was approached by this couple, who belong to a Baptist church in Derby, because they are both Scots and wished to marry in Scotland.  They were put in touch with me as a 'tame' minister by their minister, who knew of me both via a mutual friend, and because one of my predecessors is also one of hers...  Then, by total fluke, we had a young woman come along to church last week whose home church is the church where said minister and mutual friend met... Proof, were it needed, of how small the world is.

So today, I'm responsible for all the legality of the marriage in a service carefully crafted by my colleague in conversation with the couple, and it will be really lovely, and as unique as those taking part.

Every blessing to A&A on your special day, and to R as she guides them through the ceremony.

So here's the thing - after a really enjoyable summer looking at 'heroes of faith' and a good fun series on 'animal, vegtable and mineral', I am exhausted.  Good job, then that after this weekend (which takes bonkers to a whole new level) I have a couple of easier weeks, and a free weekend in which I intend primarily to rest and be refreshed.

And here's the other thing - after finally regaining my ability to devour books, and following some really 'sparky' meetings with others, I am feeling energised about the worship plans for this autumn, even knowing that they will result in a lot of extra work one way or another.

So somewhere in the meld of exhausted and energised, I feel excited, encouraged and enthusiastic...

All good... must go and start reading my latest pile of theology books!!

The two manse moggies are very different in personality, which is partof what I love so much about them.

Sophie (tabby) is a real lap cat and will happily settle onto me when I sit on the settee to read or watch TV, but in the office will usually curl up in a basket or a box.

Sasha (white) is a really clever cat who can play with the red dot all by herself, turn off my radio alarm clock, is fascinated by the computer printer, and will sometimes come and sleep on the desk when I am trying to work.  She doesn't do laps.

Except that this morning she did.  I had just opened up the Word document to review my draft sermon and start writing prayers, when she stepped down from the desk onto my knee and settled down.

So we spent half an hour pretty much just being, Sasha and I.  With my free hand I managed to snap this photo, and to scroll down the file on screen to read what I'd typed.  But mostly we sat.  Sasha purred deeply as she enjoyed being stroked.  And I, unwilling to destroy this precious moment, and unable to type, simply sat and savoured it.

Consider the kitties... sometimes what is needed is not more doing but a little more being, even, or especially, when it comes unexpectedly as a gift.