I’ve been waiting…
Is it only after you’ve retired that you spend so much time waiting around? I find myself waiting for tradesmen – plumbers and electricians and so on – waiting for phone calls – people who promise to call at a specific time but never do – and for the last three days, waiting for the rector to call.
He goes on holiday when the schools break up for the summer (which is on Friday) and I cover for him, taking the services and fielding any calls that crop up. Funerals, and the like.
At church on Sunday he said he’d like to call this week, to sort out exactly what I needed to do in his absence (it would be nice to know) and I told him, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, as I shan’t be around on Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday.
It’s now three-thirty on Wednesday, and thus far, no visit. Mind you, I did go out for a walk yesterday, while Ed manned the house. Disturbingly, I noticed the swallows gathering on the telephone wires like so many musical notes. Doesn’t that signify the end of the summer, when the swallows depart? I hope I’m wrong, since the children aren’t yet on holiday.
Well, that’s it. I’m off to make a cup of tea. That should bring him…
P.S. Perhaps I should offer him the crème brulee (see below) – to DIE for!!