Evening all. I forgot to tell you last week that we had the record number of hits on the Blog on one evening: 105! Yesterday's was 37, which is just about average, and today I see that 15 of you have already had a butcher's.

After Mrs C's and my final Advent Carol Service, in which the Chaplain gave a very kind and appreciative note at the beginning of his sermon, things have been quite theological over here tonight. It all began, you see, with one of your LMs telling me that as he was a Catholic, he worshipped in a church. I opined in return that that was quite a sensible place to do so, but that as far as I was concerned, you don't need a church to worship The Almighty. Of course, this led to the inevitable rejoinder about what was considered to be an appopriate location for private devotions (yes, that's right), and I agreed that such a spot was perfectly acceptable, as it was, after all, S/He that had created it in the first place. My theological understanding of such things was then challenged, as my conversational partner then expressed the view that it most certainy wasn't the Creator who had done so, but, in his opinion, the builders what done it. (Actually, his exact words were, 'Ah. I thought it was the builders.') After having played through Bach's Fantasia in G minor, conducted a hymn and prayed while in Chapel, I didn't pursue this fascinating exegesis.

I then went into another dorm and found two rezzies in devotional posture, kneeling by their beds, silently.

"Oh, sorry, are you praying?"

'Well, sort of.'

'To whom?'

'Father Christmas, of course'.

Behold, then, two boys, kneeling by a bottom bunk, hands clasped, gazing at a picture of St Nic on the wall.

I can only hope that their petitions are answered positively.

And now I'm going to see how the Ice Road Truckers deal with deadliest roads. I love that programme. (Mrs C gets scared by it as she thinks they're going to fall off the edge.)

Yes, thank you, I know I should be marking Latin CE Trial papers.

Goodnight.