Sunday was like many Sundays except I spent most of the day having conversations about my haircut and people kept calling me "Kevin".

We said "Good-Bye" to Rector Steve. It didn't really feel like a "Good Bye" more like a birthday for him. But it was funny. And a bit sad. And a little bit racist. I haven't really got my head around him going. I'm sure I'll figure it out when he's gone. Then I'll probably notice it.