Yoblog - Musings of a Church Youth Officer

It was a wild day in Edinburgh, with gale force winds and horizontal rain. 

I abandoned shopping with a buggy that was trying to fly and sought early refuge in the Diocesan Office.  I was nicely early for the meeting with the Connor folk.

I looked in the mirror.

Shiny face and fuzzy felt hair.  Did anybody have a hairbrush?  Not a chance.  I pondered in the bathroom and saw the only things with bristles were the toilet brush and a minute nailbrush.  So the hair got a brush with the nailbrush.  Nice.

Later on in the evening, I had dashed out to our Lent Group. Having barely sat down all day, once parked on the sofa I was mildly horrified at the state of my black trousers.  A generous mix of yoghurt and snot was apprent.  Monica Lewinsky would have been proud of them.

Am I letting myself go?!