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Back To Life

After a hazy couple of days in bed, yesterday saw me get straight back up to speed. Eight hours in the car, three interviews, one Bishop- a good day. Bristol was lovely and I think finds itself in the lead again. The weather both times I've been recently has been great, with amazing views over the Severn Estuary. I'm sure it helps in deciding where you want to be.

The offset was an amazing set of thoughts on justice from the Bishop of Durham- the guy is so so articulate and clever. He's just a legend! Maybe I'll just let him be my boss in a few years!!!

I might write up a summary of his thoughts in the not too dim and distant!

Got home to find my diocesan sponsoring papers.. dead encouraging!

And now I'm back in school. But thats for another post.

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