I had an appointment at the prison yesterday. Just as I was rushing out I remembered I was wearing the same clothes I'd been wearing to Zac's on Tuesday. It was too late to change so I had to hope that:
a) nobody in Zac's had been smoking anything that might be considered illegal;
b) they wouldn't make a visitor to a prison governor run the gauntlet of the drugs dog.
It might sound a bit over the top but one of our old church leaders helps with breakfasts for the homeless and he's sometimes gone straight to do prison visiting afterwards. Twice he's been stopped by the drugs dog. Thrice and it's a lifetime ban so he's having to be more careful now.
But all was fine and dandy yesterday. Quite relaxed in fact and I will soon have news of some exciting developments ...