The sun shone for a jolly jaunt on Gower, for me and three beautiful Zac's women to talk about baptism. We borrowed my uncle's chalet for the day so we could get away and get to know each other better as two of the women prepared for baptism.
I'd carefully prepared notes to lead the discussion and photocopied them so I could give them as hand-outs at the end - just like a proper Christian teacher - and it wasn't until we got there and were halfway through that I realised I'd brought (and photocopied) the wrong sheets. Thus further honing my reputation as inefficient plonker.
As it happened the women already had a really good understanding and I was humbled by their attitude as they shared stories and encouraged and supported each other.
After lunch we drove out to Rhossili for some fresh air (and ice cream). I'd like to say that our conversation was spiritual and pure ...
How we came to discuss whales' willies, what would happen if you had an operation to become a man and then your doo-dah fell off mid-act, and the sexual proclivities of dolphins is quite beyond me.