These days the Mhinisteir often comes back from church with wine stain on his cassock alb!!!! Most people will know that wine stains are among the toughest to remove.
Thankfully I have found an easy and inexpensive solution.
Make a thick paste using a little water and and a generous amount of biological soap powder. Rub it well on the stain and pop the cassock alb in the washing machine with your usual washing power on a regular cycle.
This only works for materials that are mashing washable.
I always get very disappointed whenever the. Church Times doesn’t arrive on a Friday. Unfortunately, yesterday was such a day. I even checked with the Mhinisteir to be sure.
This morning as the Mhinisteir was getting ready to conduct yet another wedding. He told me that the Church Times had arrived yesterday! Yesterday? He sheepishly confessed that he had overlooked it and only saw it as he was preparing all the necessary document for the wedding!!!!
In other news, I think I am having to rethink the way I blog. I often forget what I wanted to post about by the time I get round to typing it out.
I am a huge fan of Radio 4. Sadly in recent months I have been getting pretty annoyed with some of the Radio 4 programmes.
Book at bedtime is the latest one to earn my wrath. Why do we need very strong language and sexual content at bedtime or for the matter any time of the day??? This week, I have been turning off the radio whenever book at bedtime comes on and turn the radio back on for the 11pm news!!!!
On Saturday, the Mhinisteir conducted the wedding of a young couple and this afternoon the Mother of the bride was at the door armed with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. These flowers were from the wedding!
It was a complete surprise and a really sweet one!
Last Friday as I waited at the Doctor’s surgery for my turn to be seen, my mind turned to my blog. How do readers view my life in a Vicarage??? More importantly, how do I see my life in a Vicarage?
I think I often fail to mention what a privilege it is to be married to a Vicar and to live in a Vicarage. We share in the ups and downs of our parishioners lives. Our lives become intertwined with our parishioners that when It is time to move on, there are plenty of tears. Our parishioners are more than friends but they are not family. There must always be a professional boundary which can be quite tricky.
As a Vicar’s Wife, I am also sometimes privy to secrets which I have to bring to my grave!
I think the best way to describe my life in a Vicarage is that it is a big mix of Doc Martin, Vicar of Dibley and Midsomer Murders!!!!
Doc Martin – For the comedy and gossip that goes on in a small village.
Vicar of Dibley – For the funny things that happen during a church service like when the organist continues playing long after the congregation has stopped singing!!!!
Midsomer Murders – For all the crime and mystery.
I was quite adamant that I WOULD NOT be stockpiling until last week when I went into a mild panic. I am so ashamed to admit that I now have a stockpile cupboard and it contains the following items:-
1 x 16 Andrex Quilted Loo Rolls
2 x Large supermarket brand bottled water
1 x 4kg Tilda Basmati Rice ( I don’t even like rice but this is for if the shops run out out of tatties !!!! How pathetic!!!)
2 x Napolina Olive oil ( 500ml each)
2 x Persil Non Biological washing powder (40 washes each)
Do I no longer believe that God is able to provide exceedingly and abundantly more than we could even ask or imagine?
If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith? Luke 12:28
About 6 years ago, we took a long haul Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt Airport in Germany to our holiday destination. Our flight was at about 11.30pm Frankfurt time.
By the time, we arrived at the airport in Frankfurt we were so tired. The journey to Frankfurt airport from our Highland home in Scotland was a long one. We were hungry and were struggling to find a place at Frankfurt airport to have something to eat for they were all shutting up for the night.
Alas, our plane started boarding. What a relief! It was a long flight. I can’t sleep on planes so the 14 hour plus flight felt like a 24 hour flight!!!
After we arrived at our destination, I was desperate to get out of the plane to get some fresh air and to stretch my legs. As we walked out of the plane onto the air bridge and finally into the airport. We saw many people taking photos with their mobile phone.
The Mhinisteir and I were intrigued by their actions and decided to stop and observe why these people were busy clicking away!
We saw a humungous plane on the tarmac and it was this plane that was being photographed. The Mhinisteir and I were mesmerised by this plane. It had two levels just like a double decker bus. It was one of the new A380 planes.
We were so excited to know how it would look inside and to which airlines it belonged to. We were quite sure it belonged to one of these middle eastern airlines.
Just that it didn’t. It said LUFTHANSA on the side of the plane!!!
It was then that the penny dropped!!! This was the plane that we had just disembarked from!!!! What a pair of numpties we had been!!!!!
Secret Diary Of A Church of England Vicar's Wife 