Still playing catch up. This is one of my favourite photos from the whole shebang. Me from blessed behind and they in the beautiful venue. 

There was a funny moment the other night. I went to the cinema. It's been the Edinburgh Film Festival the past couple of weeks. BS and Siobhan and I sat before the film began and BS told me of a book he'd been reading about Joan of Arc. Suddenly, the door next to me swung open and a woman burst through and said "the flowers still look wonderful, you know. Maybe even better."

When my frail mind sorted through the possible candidates, I eventually realised it was the mother of Joan of Arc. Ours, anyway. Remembering how terribly sad I felt the morning after dear #likes didn't progress through to the second round and how Siobhan had sent me flowers that cheered my heart, I'd sent flowers to our Joan. Now, "our" Joan is on holiday in Croatia. Life obligingly goes on.

And then you must consider - as these were all taken by the wonderful Jon Davey without the support of any additional lighting - that it all looked better under electric light. 

We filmed little trailers which will live on, on our Facebook page, and featured these beautiful people singing and singing as Joan approached delivering her "rap".

Sorry. Poor neglected blog. Not that any of you actually care. But still. I've felt guilty.

I blame at the end of my tether tiredness.

So retracing my steps, there was also this.

I know you'll be in a state of monstrous suspense with regard to my research on the Inquisition but I fear you might have to wait a while to hear more on that. 

Meantime, you may enjoy this.

And this. 

I did.