On Tuesday we had a very long PCC meeting.

Tomorrow we have our first staff meeting of the new school year.

Tucked in between was dinner with Ken and Rosemary Saunders. Ken is the retired priest who helped us through our last interregnum, and takes a certain amount of the load of seven parishes from Lisbet who is expected to deal with the whole parochial burden as well her more-or-less ful time job as Mental Health Chaplain to both Grimsby and Scunthorpe.

Anyway, over the past several years Carolyn and I have each given a certain amount of hospitality (coffee, lunches, necessary facilities between services) and he felt that it was payback time - and a very nice payback it was too. We enjoyed excellent food and delightful company; what more can anyone ask of an evening?

Lisbet was saying that we must stay with her once she is settled back in Sweden, and I said that she must come back to visit us. What follows is one of those totally trivial bits of statistical nonsense I come up with from time to time like the average number of cats owned by the direct descendants of my maternal grandmother, or the fact that in our family Mary is a dangerous given name with an average lifespan only in the 50s, while as a middle/unused name it gives an average longevity into the 90s. (Jackie, Susan, Clare, Jessie and I like this unscientific statistic.) Anyway it suddenly came to me that virtually everyone who has slept in our spare bed is either a priest or the spouse, son, daughter, nephew or niece of a priest. Plus some cats.