I know where to grab the pork crackles in the Tesco Express at Russell Square. It must be time for me to move on, so this may be the last post from London. I have to pack my bags and iron a clergy shirt for the flight home. At least I will look neat for my last day in London. As I will have it on for nearly 40 hours (unless there is another pajama moment on the flight home) I can’t imagine what it will be like by the time I walk through the vicarage door.
So it is goodbye to HM and the Jubilee. The Olympics I will catch on TV.
Father M 