Steeling myself to pack and leave for Edinburgh and the General Synod of the Scottish Episcopal Church, I find myself dreading one thing above all other: the thought of having to sit in one place for just over two days. I know there are people whose jobs are almost entirely sedentary - teaching never was, as far as I'm concerned - but three years of what you might call freedom to roam have given me a complete lack of tolerance of inactivity.
That said, I'm always struck by the seriousness and dedication of the people responsible for the business of Synod - people who show me up for the flippertigibbet I've become, and maybe always was. I shall do my best to maintain my rapidly declining attention-span, to avoid eating too much bread at lunchtime (sends me to sleep afterwards) and to sit in such a way as not to induce or exacerbate the dreaded spinal lurgie. And next week, I shall walk it all off.