My morning run went reasonably well, a second-best time since March (but who’s counting?), though I felt pretty flat by the end. Cup of coffee, hot breakfast (with another coffee), shower and Morning Prayer, then the midweek Holy Communion service at St Helen’s, then home to greet our lovely friend and her Storm Force Ten wean and still-a-baby miniwean. I was more than a little shell-shocked after a half hour visit, in which I went deep-sea exploring with SFT wean, then hunting (had trouble explaining the concept of my unwillingness to hunt animals), and pointing out that the ankle-deep assortment of trains and tracks, balls, exploring equipment, and several one-off items probably counted as ‘enough toys’ for the moment. I’m an experienced dad, but I’m getting old and I’m out of shape.
Then I was knackered from all the human interaction, and it’s taken me a couple if hours to refocus. Now, back to the essay.