Categories: everyday-disasters
Tags: shopping, driving, writing.
Date: 17 December 2007 13:47:20
No, not the film about Dylan which I hear is very good. Just me, not blogging. Sorry about that folks. Life has been full of Christmas preparation, writing, and driving. Especially the driving. Drove for 3 1/2 hours last Wednesday without ever going further south than Tottenham or further north than High Barnet (or further east than Woodford Green, while I didn't go west at all, not being a young man).
Too long and complicated to explain, but essentially it was all about picking up church friend to go to cancer support group, encountering huge Christmas traffic jams so that what is normally a half hour journey was an hour and a quarter, then taking her mostly home (all of her went but she didn't go all the way home), then picking up son from friend's house, having an hour at my home to recover and get changed, then taking other church friend out east to see a Riding Lights play about Bethlehem - which I highly recommend.
Then Friday I tried to go shopping at the hallowed retail shrine of Brent Cross. Only they'd closed the entire North Circular west of the A1 because of an accident. What is normally 20 mins journey took 1 3/4 hours. Then I still had to do the shopping.
I slept a lot at the weekend. So did Genius Brat, who is certainly a real teenager now - he didn't wake up till 2.00 pm.
The writing, by the way, was four pieces for Prayer for the Week in the Church Times. Plus a sermon which in the end I didn't write at all as I decided to read the congregation a very long Austrian story. They seemed to like it.