I heard on the BBC yesterday morning that there are locations in Britain on which it had rained every day of 2026 (presumably including frozen precip as ‘rain’). The weather here has not been so extremely inclement, but it did rain again this morning during my running time, so I stayed warm and dry indoors. Coffee, fruit, cleaned up, Morning Prayer, checked for phone messages at the Parish Centre (yes, we have a messaging set-up that requires in-person attention), home for coffee and toast. I’ve been conducting some hard-drive hygiene with a view to adding the editors’ requested paragraphs to The Last Essay.
Later I expect I’ll go in to Oxford for the New Testament Seminar, then home and back to Parish Centre again to check for afternoon messages, then home for the day. Not a lot of excitement, but at least I’m not in the Epstein Files. (I typed that before I looked — nope, not in them (not that I can think why I might be). Oxford is, mostly in reference to Ghislaine Maxwell’s undergraduate degree. Oriel isn’t. Margaret isn’t. I think we have no potential scandals on the horizon.)