Woke up on Sunday morning, grateful that the clocks had done their thing, and went to LSM with miss_next. This was very hectic, what with needing to photograph small children, be blessed by Father Andrew, chase up small toys for India children, talk to the Sunday School people, try and arrange a time to go and wibble at Father Andrew about all the stuff I've wibbled about in LJ, photograph the church, meet old friends I thought were nothing to do with LSM unexpectedly, talk to people who were in Calcutta only in February, look after Mole and Miss Next (OK, this went out of the window a bit :/) and give an unexpected rousing speach about how glad we were to be going. And not at all scared of bombs, earthquakes, or being found out as a heritic either.
Then 'twas noodles, in a noodle bar I knew not of, which was both quiet and pleasent. And down to the Fitzwilliam (that exhibition is superb, if you've not seen it already go. Preferably Now.) and back to HHM, to briefly see M before he went out to choir. Then to evensong at Peterhouse, which overall was beautiful and just what I needed, but I did get quite severe giggles as the reader tried harder and harder and with more brimstone and hellfire to make a leapard with wings of a fowl and a horn with eyes in it sound terrifying. You have to feel sorry for Daniel, it's obviously one of those "and I had this dream, and then this giant teddy bear chased me down the street, and it got pinker and pinker... why are you laughing? It was really really scary!" moments.
Lovely dinner out with M. Although Loch Fyne on a Sunday have a slightly limited menu, as everything on their menu is very good it doesn't really matter. Caught up on what our two different weekends had been like, and drew our lives back in parallel.
Monday night cjp39 came round, and not only was he good company but things seem to have sorted themselves out with Stuff, which was good. Feel like I didn't get round to trying to be helpful until there wasn't much need for help, but the fact that there wasn't much need for help should be celebrated, and hopefully my own crapness won't be noticed in the celebrations ;-)
Getting very on edge about going to India now, which is messed up in a lot of church stuff, which is messed up in a lot of wedding stuff...