Confused

Term starts for real tomorrow and I find myself surprisingly unready. After today's INSET I decided that the word of the day was 'confused', and began to feel a little stressed, especially when time seemed to run down rather too swiftly. It is good then to know that someone else is in charge. That came home at the new parents' tea, where first I met a man who expressed revulsion for 'religion' and yet really wanted to talk, and I felt a need to somehow find time for him and then I met an old friend from 30 odd years ago. Remarkable in itself, but her son is in Oliver's tutor group and her husband is yet another link in a long and very exciting chain. More of that another time, but please pray for it all.