Is it really Friday already? Where has the week gone? It's been a week since I last blogged so what have I been doing?
Can't remember really. In Devon Wednesday and Thursday, in work today, in Zac's on Tuesday when Sean came the closest I've ever seen to being punched in the face by a belligerent drunk. But as he - Sean not the drunk - said, 'No riot squad, no police. A good night really.'
A chaotic evening, a mix of barely repressed frustration and anger, a poignant father and son moment, a mug of hot coffee in a face, grief, exhaustion and desperate need mingling with humour and wry acceptance.
Church, Jim, but not as we know it.