Balerno Kirk

A cold clear day, necessitating a fair old scraping of ice off the car - for I was off to see the minister out at Balerno. I’d have preferred a humanist but the sis argues that maw paid her dues to the kirk so we should damn well get something for her money. What a cynic she is. Anyway, he’s a likeable cove, though South African with some strange views which don’t sit easily with strict Presbyterian protocols. He likes candles!
That’s a problem with the kirk these days - in the old days you’d get some world weary old buffer well versed in pastoral care; now you get some keen baptist/evangelist sort who actually believes in God!
After more shuttling about it was home to relax.
I forgot to visit the daughter’s cat!