I’m now heading rapidly into that cul de sac called ‘about to go on holiday’ – otherwise known as forelog. Characteristic of this period is the attempt to cram ever more into a diminishing resource of time – and a joyful and increasing tendency to chuck stuff overboard since I am never going to get it done anyway. It reminds me of that immutable law of pastoral ministry – they either die or they get better – and either way ….
It was all here before me and it will be here after me …. so let’s loosen up a little! Where did I put that bucket and spade so that I can do mitre-shaped sandcastles on the beach at Marble Hill?