So here’s something a bit different. I ended up as the third of the Primates of the Celtic Churches to preach at the Festival Service of the Sons of the Clergy – which gives support to clergy and their families – in St Paul’s Cathedral on Tuesday. The number of people present would put any member of the Scottish Episcopal Church at risk of agoraphobia. There were Cathedral Choirs to right and left and all sorts of pomp and ceremony. Alison got to sit beside the Lord Mayor at dinner afterwards – able to discuss cats with Dick Whittington’s successor.