I’ve just put up my latest sermon on John 10 11-18 from a couple of weeks ago. Short and simple but it seemed to work out OK. It’s in Spanish and you can find it under the sermons tab.
I’m just about back to functional after having my rucksack stolen last week. Me n’ the boys were on our bicycle made for three, as ever, and some young scroat with too much unharnessed ability came up behind us on his motorbike, grabbing my rucksack on his way past, and the rest, as we say, is history. So, for a few days life was a blur of gathering copies of bits of paper and getting them rubber stamped in the right places. In France philosophy says I think therefore I am, in Argentina it is I have an ID document therefore I exist. The good lady at the civil registry cheerfully informed me that my replacement ID should take between three and six months to come through, so until then I’m sure there will have plenty of opportunity to get used to the idea that I am a mere figment of my own imagination.
On a more cheerful note, it stopped raining for the second week of the kids’ school winter holiday, so these are our latest Miramar photos; (The photographically aware will notice that I am still struggling to get the hang of that long lens, compounded by the fact that it was blowing a hoolie so the tripod wouldn’t stay still).
School goes back tomorrow, and then on Wednesday we’re off to Salta for our team conference. We’ve just booked the bus tickets at some ridiculous price; apparently there’s some cartel which ensures that the price of the buses are set at just enough per cent below the price of flying to maintain passenger numbers. It hardly seems worth sending the kids back to school/nursery for a couple of days, but believe me I will be making the most of those few precious child-free hours, not least to organise us for the trip.
