Not an entirely lousy day really. I got further with one client today than the rest of the team has for a week. Well, I got him properly shaved (his sprouting 'tash was giving him the most uncanny resemblance to the late Freddie Mercury!) and he didn't create a riot on his return from shopping. Mind you, we'd been telling the management for weeks we needed to take him out in the minibus not walk to the shops with all the traffic. Finally, management did a couple of shifts with him and learnt the hard way that the PBI (Poor Bloody Infantry) weren't wrong. We were cleared to bus him within 24 hours! My Uncle the Sa'rant Major always said there was only one thing more dangerous than an Officer without a map - an Officer with one!
Back home I soaked in the bath, ate dinner and wrote a sermon. It shall appear tomorrow. Well, if you want to hear it you'll have to come to Murrayfield and I'm Press embargo-ing it until it has been preached! The Mass is at 10am. Time for bed said Zebedee!