...and the only thing to do is to soak the Church in prayer.
Mass at Westminster Cathedral this morning, and a day spent with a friend who lives nearby, various projects to discuss. Outside, the solid red brick of the cathedral, the grey London sky, and that persistent dampness that is not quite rain but lingers and lingers...in the almost-dusk of the late wintry afternoon, a sudden chatter of noise and humming of cars as the choir-school children came pouring through the gates of the schoolyard in clusters of crimson jackets and bulging schoolbags and were gathered up by mummies...
Auntie with work in hand, and to-do lists, and an overful diary...but although London life trundles on, nothing feels ordinary or secure somehow.
Church scandals splashed across the newspapers, much gloating on the Internet.