Every Sunday night, around this time, I quietly sit alone and reflect on the week that is ending. The conversations I’ve had, jokes I’ve been told, things I’ve read, videos I’ve seen, radio I’ve listened to. All that kind of thing.
This week, for instance, I’m thinking of Syria: praying, in fact, both for the people whose plight is only now being realised, and for the world leaders who’ve got to sort out that desperately difficult and sorry situation.
Of my own personal highlights this week, I’m pleased to have been a part of my school’s fiftieth birthday celebrations on Tuesday, was delighted to manage more runs up Winter Hill than my classmates, and loved going up the ArcelorMittal Orbit Tower at the Olympic Park today. (more…)