After my long lie-in had lunch with Ma, Pa and George, my brother, whose tattoo has some new additions - a bird and some foliage. It was great to eat well and to hear some passionate and profound discussion. Music to my heart.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was good fun in the afternoon! I felt decidedly reassured at how much Indiana Jones and I have in common. My grandfather used to take 'research' trips out to South America to investigate all sorts of Inca things...he (with team) would sleep rough under lorries on ships and generally hitch-hike everywhere... with the knowledge that the genetic make-up of an explorer is within me, and the awareness that a dark-brown trilby is only one short trip to River Island away, I was content to make the leap and see myself as Indiana Jones. What a boost.

Last minute decision - go to my home church's carol service! A beautiful occasion. Why? Because my church is the people. We don't have a building. But we do have the Spirit of God living in our hearts. So I arrived to find long tables, set up in the foyer of a concrete comprehensive school building, laid out with dark red and white paper tablecloths. More than a hundred small children, mothers, friends, fathers, brothers and sisters adorn the tables with smiles and animated conversation. A wee girl reaches up to the table to stuff a satsuma slice into her mouth. My old friends excitedly explain the news - that the church has opened two shopfronts...that the church is going to care for the community. My church meets on the largest council estate in Europe - so I have been told many times and wouldn't be surprised if it were true - and the Spirit about the place gave me such a profound happiness. As we sang carols together, I thought to myself: I am happy.