I got back from my adventures in Edinburgh, Perth and Aberdeen late last night, and was working in Inverness today. No photos from the trip, I am afraid – I was in a most uncreative mood, and in any case kept forgetting to keep my camera handy.
Tonight was the kick-off of a weekend conference in church, which to be honest I was not looking forward to as I was absolutely shattered. It proved, however, to be very interesting, thought-provoking and – at times – very funny. At one point I laughed a little too hard at one of the speakers’ jokes (about a charismatic church, and charismatic churches are always worth a laugh in my book), and was told afterwards by the person sitting behind me that my laughter made her laugh too.
Nice to know I spread cheer wherever I go.
Tomorrow the conference continues, and then I will be hotfooting it back to Aberdeen again for the night, to help Niall celebrate his 30th birthday.
There’s apparently going to be an owl competition (at the party, not the conference), which should be interesting. I doubt I’ll be entering, as I don’t possess an owl nor look much like one.
Anyway, it’s late, I’m exhausted and I need to go to bed. And as the title of this post says, I can’t think of a title for this post.
So the person who suggests the best title wins… well, perhaps you could suggest a prize too, and the person who suggests the best prize will win a prize.