Pools of blood in the kitchen

Came downstairs this morning to find a trail of blood in the kitchen, leading to the freezer.  Only slightly relieved to discover it was just the freezer that had died.  And the blood was unfrozen summer fruit juice.

Later this morning, tried to preach on the relevance of Twitter to the Emmaus story.  Failed.

One week to go before sabbatical - starting to panic about how many things I still have to sort out.  

Remembered that I do have a shed on order.  Would have been great to sit in it while it was raining today.  In my mind that's one of the main attractions of sheds.