Saturday afternoon on the stands...

On Saturday we went to Luton for a day away together, to talk about evangelism and pray. Once we'd arrived at Jude's house, we talked for a bit, and prayed, and ate a lovely lunch.
Then Gav got out the maps; and as any good Christian knows, this can mean only one thing: prayer walk time.

In general I am quite a one for walking and praying, but on this particular {very cold} day, with only 6 hours sleep and no scarf to keep my pasty neck warm, I couldn't feel less like a sodding prayer walk.
But I needn't have despaired.
Gav was infact suggesting that we walk to an exciting surprise location; none other than......... the football ground! Yes indeed, he had purchased all of us tickets to see Luton Town versus Leicester City!

We were all delighted, and we raced to the stadium in two cars, girls versus boys. I don't think the boys knew we were racing though, and the competition mostly consisted of me singing 'girls versus boys' the whole way there. And the boys got there first.

We lost the match (2-1), apparently played quite badly, and drank nice tea and bovril. I enjoyed standing next to Mark, who was passionate and knowing of the rules, and shouted authoritatively but not aggressively.

There was also something brilliant about hearing thousands of people shouting 'COME ON LUTON!'

It was a great day. Thanks guys.