And Another Day

It’s Tuesday when I usually walk to the next village for Morning Prayers, but today it was drizzling so I chickened out and took the car. Half an hour later when we’d finished, it was dry so I could easily have walked. Oh well. Another day without exercise.

I also meet with Nigel the Curate on Tuesday mornings, to go over the week and sort out duties (and idly chat – that’s the good bit) but Nigel didn’t show. Now there’s a surprise for you! I felt slightly miffed (disappointed really, I like our chats) but later he emailed me to say that he had a raging headache and had retired to bed. Very wise. And I can’t complain. I patched the phone through to him last week so that he took and dealt with all the phone calls while I was away, which was a huge help.

This afternoon I buried my erstwhile next-door neighbour’s ashes (he died last October). His widow and daughter were there and the sun came out for the brief ceremony, so hopefully they’ll now get a bit of closure. That last farewell can be quite difficult, though. It can feel very final, whatever you believe about life after death.

Then it was up to Jay’s for Home Communion (nice chocolate chip cookies. I kinda forgot it was Lent) and tonight the joys of a PCC meeting. This one is held in the church building so discomfort is added to the horrors of the actual meeting. I have suggested holding it in the comfort of someone’s lounge with armchairs and a glass of wine, but was very firmly informed that it’s illegal to hold a PCC (Parochial Church Council) in a home. To which my response, I’m afraid, was: Who cares? Let’s go for comfort. But they didn’t.

Definitely back in the swim now!

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