Loaf day

The picture is some rather tasty-looking bread I found on flickr, in honour of today being Lammas. Well, today I worked on the editor program's ability to save into XML, and got stalled a lot by the inconsistencies between various XML libraries.
At St Mark's, they were celebrating the feast of Joseph of Arimathea. The Priest Who Hugs Everyone said that he liked Joseph not just because he shared his name… so that makes the PWHE be Fr Joseph Wildsmith.
After the service, I met Brian at the back of the church and talked to him a while. He told me that he'd been working on polishing the floor in the church hall, and that I should go and take a look. He pointed me to an ornate door carved with wooden figures and with angels standing guard over the top. I walked through and found myself in a narrow corridor with a sloping roof and buttresses interrupting stained glass. To one end was a staircase going up and down, and at the top was a church hall with a beautifully polished floor. When I came down again, someone came up and asked whether I was okay.
On the train home, I worked on this Metacity bug ("it's not just a good idea, it's Fitt's law") but it doesn't work yet. Maybe tomorrow. At home I made dinner, which was just something simple with salad. Then Fin went shopping with Sharon while I read Rio two and a half chapters of The Wizard of Oz and put her to bed.
When Fin came home zie woke up Rio and told me to come and get a surprise. I followed zir outside with no shirt or shoes still on (it's been fearsomely humid), and Sharon drove us all fifteen or twenty miles through the night with Rio and I speculating in the back seat about where we could be going. We ended up in Limerick at an ice-cream shop called Brusters, where Sharon bought us ice-cream. It was lovely.
I am very blessed.