Three farewells
Had three farewell services yesterday, which means four down and two to go, plus the final biggie.
The first was also a baptism within communion, so I had fun with bubbles which always go down well. After the service they presented Ed and me with a picture of the church, painted by a local artist.
Then it was on to the second farewell, after which they gave us a sumptuous lunch, with the wine flowing freely. (At this point I had already quaffed the remains of two chalices, you understand.)
After that we fetched up at a Ruby Wedding celebration, held in the garden in glorious weather – with more food and more wine.
Then it was on to Evensong and another farewell. This time with refreshments after the service and – you’re there ahead of me – more wine.
After which Ed and I staggered home to bed. Well, I staggered more than Ed. No, not because of the wine, but because I was wearing a skirt instead of trousers, which necessitated four-inch heeled sandals. It was a bit like balancing on stilts for the entire day. By the end I would gladly have cut off my feet. Well, no, perhaps I wouldn’t. But you know what I mean.
All told, an exhausting day, but great. Ed and I talked to so many people, ate more food than we could comfortably manage and drank some good quality wine!
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