We had some kind of highly technical and frankly incomprehensible fault with the web servers here this weekend, the precise nature of which completely passes most of my admittedly somewhat limited human understanding.
The outcome though was that we were an internet-free zone for what seemed like half a lifetime but was in reality probably only slightly more than a day. It just shows how dependent we have all become on this modern-day deity to manage every aspect of our lives.
Happily full connectivity is all restored to us now and our lives can return to what passes for some semblance of normality.
The weekend had many highlights as far as I was concerned. Perhaps none more so than a grand dinner on Friday night with the other two chaplains of boarding schools here in Edinburgh. Regardless of what anyone says, there is certainly nothing like someone doing the job you are doing for a depth of knowledge and understanding of what it is really all about as well as the joys and sorrows it can bring. Very therapeutic indeed.
Yet more damage was done to the waistline at our annual Burns’ Supper on Saturday. A grand affair, as you can see, with something approaching traditional fayre and a mixed bag of speeches and musical performances. At the end of it all the Bard of Scotland was fondly recalled and his memory immortalised once again and for another year.
All in all, a happy time – even if for a short time we were strangers to the virtual world.
Will you not miss the tradition of Burns’ Suppers when you are down south?