Sunday, sunday..

Well, well, well! The parish barbie was a good thing. No rain for a start (no sun either, but hey this is Scotland) and wee Lewis (aged 6) made one of the best comments ever as his family joined the queue for Communion: "Dad, is this the queue for the Barbeque? Has John got burgers up there?" I knew there was a good argument against the Westward position and this is it: 6 year olds think you're a burger salesman, not a sacramental personage! Time to face east brothers and sisters!

Sadly, it over ran a wee bit and I didn't make it to Central Park for the gemme! Must stick on the radio and discover how we did against the brute beasts of Airdrie.