I had a very busy few days....not church related, it was invitations to meals and celebrations with old friends...all coming over a three day period!
Lots of good conversations and food over such a short period has left me tired this morning...my determination to " get back to normal" has worked despite the weather!
Yesterday the wind blew so hard that it knocked me down! When I tried to get to my car at one stage it flattened me against my gate! Fortunately the wind on the other side of the peninsula was not blowing quite such a hooley!
This morning apart from feeling first triumphant and secondly weary I have also got a problem with my teeth!
The excellent pork crackling I ate yesterday is still with me! Stuck in my teeth! So far it has resisted all my efforts to dislodge it resulting in a sore tongue!
Bill Vanstone my first priest who has shaped the rest of my life with his essential goodness and Christianity always had a very sore boil on his neck during Holy Week which he dealt with stoically!
If this bit of pig nestling between my teeth stays for the week I shall suspect that it's my cross to bear, no matter how small.......my tongue is very sore rubbing along the jagged edge.
It's one way of keeping me quiet!