Unglamorous

Just had a conversation with a friend at our group tonight. She's just starting up a new school chaplaincy and so I handed over a CD of resources. Oh, the days of my youth! I miss my colleagues more than an individual student. 'Specially that crazy critter Marcus. If I've ever met anyone who's a night owl, it's him. The time we all slept in the school gym at Belridge on a 'retreat' - except his idea of a camp is to play Trivial Pursuit (and win) until 2am. THEN he asks who wants to play another game of the bloomin' thing. Or there was the year we spent the night in the Lesmurdie gym. There's nothing glamorous about that place.