Just some thoughts that have flitted across my mind over the last week. Some intrusive, some just daft.

I really mustn’t commit to doing too much next year.

Where could we hold a passion play?

I can’t wait to do the Family Fun Afternoon again, but I really must do the risk assessment further in advance. And is it better to do it the day before Palm Sunday? Must check the dates.

The crunch points for childcare are Thursday evening and Friday afternoon.

Would ASSF like a Saturday night vigil? We’d need more childcare.

I wonder if I can still remember the Exsultet.

What about chalk pavement art across the week as the story progresses? What if it rained?

Other churches are available, yanno.

Argh, I didn’t end up making hot cross buns with the kids.

Am I missing church this week or am I really not?

I like it when the church is all stripped back on Maundy Thursday. St Giles looks much better. Apart from the candles! Why are the candles still there? I must move the candles.

Next year, will Sophia be old enough to go to a holiday club? I don’t like holiday clubs. Southport. No. Remember all that counselling. I am thinking about Southport. I notice that I am thinking about Southport. We are not in any danger right now.

I’ve never been that bothered about chocolate. Most chocolate that comes into this house gets passed onto the foodbank. But breastfeeding this boy?! I finished my easter egg on Friday and sent Nathan out for another one. This is a whole other kettle of fish. Or chocolate.

Do you think I’ll ever make a sunrise service again?

It’s really hard to breastfeed under a chasuble.

Of course Nathan had to pour water on my head when we renewed our baptism promises.

Best hide Aidan while Sophia is splashing her Dad with holy water. Don’t want the baby to be accidentally baptised…