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The Joys of living in a Vicarage

Tuesday. 10.30am.  The doorbell rang and the Mhinisteir opened the door in his starched clerical shirt looking his usual smart self.   It was one of the Church wardens who decided to come unannounced.  I froze!  Why?  Because at 10.30am, I was just out of bed, still in my jammies with bed hair and tucking into my warm bowl of porridge.  I knew the Church warden was going to come at some point and do some work around the house but he was meant to phone before coming!  These days, this is how I look on most mornings.  Getting out of bed, showering and getting dressed used to take me an hour but these days it seems to take forever.  Somedays I feel so rotten that I am forced to remain in bed until midday so in that context Tuesday was a good day.

I didn’t want the Church warden to see me in my holey pyjamas.  He has only seen me in full face paint.  Yes, not all Vicar’s wives are plain Janes.  I do take pride in the way I look, thank you!  Just that I wasn’t expecting anyone today so didn’t even bother with my silk dressing gown.  I was trapped in the dining room.  I wanted to get upstairs but it was only possible if the glass door between the Mhinisteir’s study and main house was shut!  I slowly tiptoed towards the glass door and found it OPEN!!!! Oh help!  What am I to do?

I sat waiting in the dining room for the next 45 minutes.  Finally the Mhinisteir called out ” He is gone, darling!!!”  Phew! What a relief!