Or some equally large number.

Don't go off script in your sermon and try to tell a joke just as Tam O'Xifen decides it's time to treat you a quick visit to the tropics.

Just as well my people are lovely and long-suffering.

Bet no-one ever gave a class on leading worship for 'women of a certain age/stage' and how to stay cool when you become the embodiment of "shine, preacher, shine" along with "flow river flow, flood my teeshirt with perspiration..."  Ah the joys of side effects!

Hmm, a whole new (flippant/heretical) take on Moses' shiny face...

(and apologies to Graham Kendrick)

The milk was off, so I threw away the cup of tea I'd made and headed for a cafe where I bought a latte and a bacon butty.  Mildly irritating.

I went walking around Muckhart with two dozen others and had a great time tramping through mud and puddles, with some drizzle but mostly dry.  Devoted attention to protecting my 'at risk' arm from midges and had a great time despite the efforts of Tam O'Xifen to boil and to drown...

A lovely tea and a pleasant car ride home.

The cat had peed in the hall - I was mad!  She wasn't trapped unable to get to her litter, just lazy or naughty.  I told her off.  I mopped up and disinfected the floor.  It still smells!

I switched on the laptop to check emails.

An email from a bc friend, my own age, diagnosed only about 6 weeks ago, to say she'd seen the oncologist and her cancer had metastitised; she has been given 'stripes' (time).  Speechless.

And I no longer fretted over a bit of cat pee

And the polite declining of a few nuts before a tea when I then ate two pieces of cake seemed very silly

And why not enjoy breakfast out once in a while?

My day was not spoiled, but it did give me pause... still need to train the cat (who of course has been forgiven and is curled up next to me as I type), still need to buy some milk, but in the scheme of things do they matter...

One day in my life.

Hurrah!  Sent of my corrected thesis on Wednesday evening, got back the confirmatory email today that it's now fine.  Just waiting for the portal to open for final-final submission and all will be done.

Among the heartwarming stories of communities responding positively in the light of events over the last few days is this from Phil Jump, who was, when I lived in the North West of England 'my' Regional Minister.  I know similar stories are being told across the nation, and Christians are not the only people of faith getting stuck in, but it's good to read - and a powerful apologetic for the appropriate wearing of clerical collars!

Last night I was 'making corrections' to my MPhil thesis - well, actually I was writing an extra 300 words to satisfy the desires of the examiners.  What made me smile was that I spotted a glaring spelling error on the first page that no-one had noticed - despite five people other than me having carefully read it and noted other typing errors.

Just so you know, the University of Manchester seemingly has a department that embraces 'humanties'

I have corrected the typo and emailed my new version to the examiner for approval....