I can’t stand it any longer…
I can’t stand it any longer – being cut off from the outside world without any internet access, that it. So we’ve kind of moved up to the bungalow and are sleeping here. It means commuting daily but I suppose a half hour’s journey on relatively traffic-free roads isn’t too bad. Not too high a price for for being back in contact, anyway. The internet-deprivation cold turkey is not to be recommended.
Mind you, even though we’re considerably nearer Norwich here, the internet access is much worse. The maximum speed I can get is half a meg, which is OK for email but not so hot for BBC iPlayer. A little message comes up saying, ‘You have insufficient band-width for streaming. Try downloading instead.’ So I try, but for half an hour’s programme it’s well over an hour’s download. Oh well. It’s worth it for my fix of comedy (Jo Brand’s new programme on life in an NHS hospital.)
The weekend was good and crosses a few more days off before I eventually go. The Primary School gave me a lovely scented rose and a delightful card, made by the children. Boy, aren’t these ‘goodbyes’ hard? Had another PCC last night – four down and two to go – but was quite emotional saying goodbye to them all. And I don’t even like PCC meetings!
Tomorrow Ed and I are off to the Bishop’s. He too (our Area Bishop, not the Diocesan Bishop) is retiring, so it’s a farewell lunch. Then his farewell service is on Sunday afternoon at the Cathedral, so we’ll be along to that too.
Back to the Rectory tomorrow morning for a bit more clearing out prior to taking a Communion service at one of the churches, then up to the Bishop’s for lunch and onto the bungalow ready for Friday, my day off. Can’t come soon enough. Then it’s two more fetes on Saturday…and on we go. Another week bites the dust.
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