Moving home is a time black hole

Found a flat in London at last and having signed the contract we spent our first night here yesterday. This has meant moving all the stuff again and has consequently swallowed time as only moving can. But I've never lived so close to central London before, just a few miles away from Big Ben, and even closer to St Paul's Theological Centre. Hugely exciting, especially as I can settle into church life properly now at Holy Trinity Brompton, not to mention save hours a week on travelling.

Oh yes, Jim Pest Breast Crest Vest Infest Jest West is coming to London tomorrow, so Anja and I thought we should head off to the train station, pick him up and make sure he gets on the plane back to the States. For the sake of all England. I've also already spiritually cleansed the new flat so I might have a go at shifting that spirit-of-Bultmann-heresy from him with some holy water, while we have a cup of tea. (If you don't cleanse the flat first, the spirit may escape West but lodge into any random object in the house, and manifest to scare the daylights out of you just when you don't have a Tom Wright book to hand to thwack it out the window). Pity Anja didn't agree to the Bishop Wright portrait wallpaper, duvet and marble bust...