'How was it?' Husband asked me when I got home after taking yesterday's prison service.
'I've known better,' I said.
I was awake at 6.30 going over the talk in my head: there were two bits I just couldn't make stick. But then I had a good idea: when I begin I'll mention my book launch and make some joke about the chaplain running a coach trip for the prisoners.
I arrived at prison and the first thing the chaplain said was, 'You haven't got any jokes in your talk, have you? Only we've had a suicide this week.'
Went downhill from then really. There was a noticeable tension between men from different wings and though they were quiet when I was speaking - on the whole - I struggled. Jez, our songwriting guitarist, did a brilliant song that made the morning but I was glad to get out of there.
Really the book launch tonight can't be any worse. Can it?