Montag, with beans

OK, so that big, intellectual church journey thing I was so excited about a post or two ago? Ultimate fail. This week I came to the conclusion that all the aversion I was feeling, the fear and the embarrassment and the lack of organisation was because I knew nothing. I thought this was a petty reason for not going until I realised that it really was not as stupid as it seemed: I had jumped ahead of myself by about 50 steps and was basically just impatient to get all of the answers within a couple of weeks. Well, over a simmering saucepan of baked beans this evening, I realised I'd need to be a bit more introspective about my reasons for being so set on going before I flew around on a whistle-stop tour of the denominations of Great Britain. So, more reading it is, more research and blogging and ultimately more thinking. And more time spent getting over this feeling that I'm frantically back-pedalling down a really steep hill.

In other news, I am pretty happy with the current pre-tan I am cultivating for the Summer of Love Mark 2. I've spent the last two days at the beach, eating chips and/or nachos, drinking cocktails and avoiding both the quickly approaching waves (I do not like water.) and the stones thrown by enthusiastic children with poor aim (although, I must say, better aim than mine). I love Brighton! And now I'm off to eat the aforementioned beans flecked with the bits off the bottom of my pan, worry myself about my presentation and my exam and relax in the warmth of the Saaf.

Love, Lucy
xxx