Well I’m closer to catching up – a combination of the week of General Synod and a few days in Ireland. But a happy birthday spent churning through some of the backlog of letters and other stuff has dealt with most of it now. I can never decide whether it is better to just keep on top of it all the time or to take a break now and again. Meanwhile, the rest of life moves on. Alison has gone to a hen weekend and is presumably having a great time in Shrewsbury [yes – Shrewsbury] wearing a pair of rabbit ears. So Poppy and I are back on the bridge. She constantly wants to go out – but last time she disappeared totally into the corn field and I doubt if she would know her way back. I don’t know whether they do periscopes for cats. The world moves on in other ways too. Ruth Gledhill’s blog reports the new Presiding Bishop of ECUSA as saying in a sermon, “Our mother Jesus gives birth to a new creation and we are his children.” I must try that a few times and see if anybody notices.