I'm standing up in Jennifer Fallon's place for the christening this weekend as she's unable to attend. I'm her ... agent? Proxy? Representative?

I'm selling her soul.

Well, actually, we're not entirely sure if she has a soul, so I'm promising that she will provide a soul - ownership of said soul is irrelevant.

Anyway, Jenny has asked eneit to find me a sparkly, shiny ball of some kind to hold that will represent her soul. Last night, I dreamt about it.

I lost Jenny's soul, with ten minutes to go before the christening. Panic stations. I was tearing up and down the main street of Culcairn looking for a shop that sold shiny, sparkly glass balls or some kind, or even just a tiny tiny glass bowl that I could put a tea light in. Otherwise, no soul.

I didn't find one in time. But I woke up before I had to go into the church.

Whew.