Not my feet, of course, though mny morning run was mostly all right. My groin muscles thought that having yesterday off meant that they would never have to work again, and I had some small wobbles in joints and muscles, but the run did me good. Coffee, fruit, cleaned up, Morning Prayer, a croissant and coffee at my in-public office, then back to St Helen’s to meet with our architect, DAC representative and the advisor from Historic England, and our lighting engineers. We’re not at the ‘Right, that’s the plan’ stage, but we’ve agreed some fairly narrow points that need clarification. If nothing else, this process has underscored how unfortunate our current lighting scheme is; I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t get to see the fruits of the project’s labours. St Helen’s is a gorgeous church, as the hundreds of visitors who stream through our doors can see, but we’ll be able see so very much more, so much more clearly, under the new scheme that it will mean seeing the church anew, as if for a second first time.