DAY 3 – Sat 23rd May
aaaaaarg what a hectic day.
After another 5 hours sleep, worship, breakfast, dash to taxis feeling not very awake, a surfeit of leaflets in my Box and Assembly worship. Wasn’t nearly as good as the incredible “Ye Gates” coda during Communion and I didn’t get a whole lot from it. This could be because I was feeling knackered all morning and didn’t have my head in gear for any of the reports or business at all.
However, Kenny & I got together to write a new section calling for the Assembly to recognise Invisible Children and condemn the use of child soldiers. Thank God Kenny was so up for it because I would otherwise have dozed away and totally missed the opportunity to bring this, and I know how much I would have regretted that!
It passed, a-woop woop. Hoskins did really well too and it made me laugh to see how eagerly the motion was seconded by our big clump of youth reps up in the gallery.
However, then it was the trek back to hotel and faffing about with a shower and hair and make up and finding un-laddered tights and into a dress. It looked better than I had thought it would, but I’m just not comfortable in something I would never choose to wear normally. Halterneck bras are the devil’s own, bloody things.
So off we went to the Queen’s Garden Party. It was incredibly surreal – pipe bands, palace guards wandering about in tailcoats carrying big silver tubes and swords, very small sandwiches, and cakes with the Queen’s crest on them?! What a waste of time. Everybody was swanning about in incredibly fancy outfits – which is fine if you are a middle-aged woman and can wear the flowery-skirt-and-jacket-and-pearls-and-hat combo. Or if you are male you can go for suit or kilt – either way it’s bloody simple. I was ridiculously worked up about trying to find something appropriate to wear from my wardrobe, with neither money to buy something new nor any desire whatsoever to go shopping. And all of that to just leave the Palace after about an hour.
WHY bother. If we must spend the precious little free time we have in the Queen’s garden, just take me as I am, dressed in something less alien, and let’s all go play frisbee.
So then it was another trek back to the hotel, trying to find taxis in the rain, then changed and straight off to the Youth Night. Rooney and I got hopelessly lost and eventually arrived at St George’s West at ten past six – I was cold, hungry, in possession of a crap and freezing pizza and in a total momentum rut. Grumpy Kim. However, Chris was there, YAY.
Youth Night was properly great. And I got to talk to Mackay and some of the lovely MaxMearns lot, and a few short but valuable kisses with Chris! We’ve been so fortunate lately in being able to spend so much time together that it has been odd not seeing him.
Later Claire, Joy and I walked back to hotel, navigating both roadworks and drunk Dubliners with arms full of candles and bedsheets. Bizarre. Then news of the GA voting to dismiss the complaint, meaning Mr Rennie keeps his job.
When everyone came back the first thing loads of people did was ask about how the Youth Night had gone, which was really lovely. A whole load of us ended up sitting in Katie and Ashley’s room and oh. my. word. The banter was incredible.
By the time I got back to my room it was 2am and having spoken to Chris I just sat and prayed for ages. So, so thankful – for the graceful manner of the debate, for the incredible leadership shown tonight by the former Mods, (David Lunan – RESPECT – now I understand why we bow at the Moderator. Wow.), for the fact that the Overture is postponed so now I actually get to be part of it, for how well the youth night went, for how much the young people appreciated it, for being able to see friends and loved ones, and for the banter. God is so good.