The weekend

"Nothing happened really" the three least comforting words in the English language.

How many time have you been away, but really wanted to get back, then wanted to stay, then get back etc..and never really known what to do so sat in a hole for a while hoping someone will pick you up and move to where you're supposed to be. Well that's not really what happened to me this weekend. Firstly, I was going to be spending a weekend with my CU, which means brilliant networking, community, and sleeping in a less than comforting cabin in a sleeping bag with a sweat on every night. Secondly Andrew Satch (author of 'Digging Deeper') was preaching on Jonah, so that was fun, compelling and moving, tra-la-la. Thirdly I had my MacBook waiting for me. Which is what I is writing this on. You can see the dilemma. Going away is good, but not being where my new toy is waiting isn't. I also was going to, and did, miss Abbey. It was only a day so it could have been worse, and there was zero reception in this place so communication was not an option with anyone. Especially when you accidentally give the key to someone who disappears, and Tom really wants a shower because he's been walking in torrential rain for an hour, only he can't because there's only a bath. But that was sorted in the end. Right before Ria spoon fed me cake and custard, seasoned with salt.

The quote is from Peep Show. I'm from Rotherham, and I'm beginning to think there should be a Golden Statue of the Chuckle Brothers erected in Rotherham town centre when they die. Brilliant.