We recently employed a cleaner. She certainly could clean but she was not a cleaner. She was overly thorough and spent more than the allocated 2 hours to clean one bathroom. The arrangement was for her to whizz through the house in 2 hours. Unfortunately, we’ve had to let her go as all I had after every cleaning session, was a gleaming shower cubicle that cost me just under £40 to clean!!!!!
In our new parish church, coffee and tea are served in China cups and saucers!!!! This is the first time that I have had tea in a China cup and saucer at the after church tea fellowship. This is despite the fact that we do not have washing up facilities.
This is what our church bell ringers have been called by a neighbour who lives right next door to the church. Why buy a house next to the Church if you can’t cope with church bells?
Anyway, I am still trying to find out the history of bell ringers. I am somewhat puzzled that non of them stay behind for the services after they finish bell ringing. It seems very strange to me because bell ringing has everything to do with church worship one would have thought. But tuneless dimwits they are not!!!!
We have just moved and I am already wondering what next??!!!
I am absolutely in love with my new life but have this feeling that we will only be in this place for a relatively short time. Not that I am wanting to move away….. it’s just a feeling!
I have found the best house sitter. Shortly after our move to the new vicarage, we had to be away and needed someone to keep an eye on the house. As I was new to the area, I asked a retired Vicar and his wife if they could help. They also happen to live just down the road. They were delighted to have been asked and off we went. Two days later, I got an email saying that they had accidentally broken our key safe!!! They were very embarrassed but that just gave me the perfect excuse to ask if they could hold on to the spare set of keys permanently!
I find it strange that whenever we move to a new area, the new area gets international media attention for all the wrong reasons. Of course, it’s no thanks to us!!!
On our recent visit to Nice, earlier in the year, we had an unusual experience. On that Sunday, as we were walking to the Anglican Church, we were stopped by a car driver just outside the Church. He started talking. I was quite puzzled because we did look like tourists and so I didn’t think anyone would stop us to ask for directions. Anyway, he claimed to be a designer who had just finished a show in Cannes and was going home. He had a bag containing a men’s jacket and a ladies cardigan. He said he didn’t want to sell them but just wanted to give them away. He continued talking and then suddenly the story took a different twist. He said he had drunk too much at the show the night before and needed money to go home. Ah! That’s when the penny dropped. He said he was an Italian and showed us his passport etc. The Mhinisteir quickly pushed the bag back to him. Until then, they were both holding the bag on one side each. We told him we couldn’t help him and quickly walked away. Our experience in Nice has always been very pleasant. Nobody tried to rip us off at any time but sadly it took a rogue Italian to try and spoil the beautiful city’s sterling reputation.