I was pleasantly surprised to see in the Church Times that there is a Christian boarding school near Bath.
One day, over our evening meal, the Mhinisteir and I were commenting on how difficult it must be to be a parent in 21st century Britain where children are being taught all kinds of “funky” stuff in school. It must be particularly difficult for parents with strong religious beliefs.
For a split second, the Mhinisteir and I were thankful that we don’t have children so therefore no grandchildren!
In case you are interested in the Christian boarding school. Their details can be found here.
Last week, as I sat in my study listening to the BBC world service on the radio, I found myself listening to excerpts of Young Miss T’s speech that was given in Italy. I am not a fan of young Miss T. I find her to be shouty, rude and blah blah blah! I know I am in the minority for young Miss T has been elevated to godlike status by both politicians and religious leaders.
As a Christian, I do not worship the creation instead I worship the creator and because of that I have a duty to care for all that God has created including the environment. I am not an eco warrior but I make a conscious effort to care for the environment in the way I live my life. I am not a vegetarian but here in the Vicarage we only buy organic or free range meat. We use the services of a milkman who brings our organic milk in a glass bottle. I recycle as much as possible and try to buy refillable packs where possible. We don’t make unnecessary foreign trips. Most importantly, I believe in keeping the Sabbath day holy where everyone and everything gets a rest. I hasten to add that my idea of a Sabbath rest is very different to that of strict Sabbatarians. You can read about it here.
In March 2020, during the first lockdown here in the UK , everything came to a standstill. During that period people reported of sightings of birds and animals that had disappeared years ago! People in the cities also talked about hearing birdsong for the first time ever.
Young Miss T is….. young😁 and therefore probably doesn’t realise that life is very complicated. For some people in the world, where they get their next meal is more important than the environment. The environment is just one of the many many issues that a world leader has to grapple with.
It is good important to raise awareness but obsession is unhealthy.
For the first time ever, I felt overdressed at the dinner party hosted by a senior cleric. Thankfully the feeling just lasted for a few minutes but it was threatening to consume me! I was quite shocked I felt that way. The truth is I wasn’t overdressed. I certainly didn’t arrive like the Duchess of Cambridge when she attended the premiere of the new Bond movie this week. By the way, she looked lovely. I just wore a little black dress. About 97% of the invited guests were underdressed which meant that wherever you looked you only saw the underdressed! There was even someone in a tracksuit bottom! The dress code was smart casual.
The occasion itself was a very happy one and we got to meet new people. The food was lovely too. It was a proper sit down 3 course meal with coffee/tea afterwards. Unusually, I even got to sit adjacent to the Mhinisteir.
The icing on the cake was that we got to stay the night at a local bed and breakfast!
I use Morning Exercises by William Jay as part of my daily spiritual exercise. It is a very old book that I pinched from the Mhinisteir’s library as I felt I needed something heavy duty to complement my three chapters of daily Bible reading.
Anyway, because the book is very old, the reference to scripture is in roman numerals! I thought I was good at identifying roman numerals until one day, when I was stumped. The scripture reading for that day was Psalm lv. Assuming the l referred to a hundred, I started looking for the respective verse in Psalm 105! Of course it wasn’t there as lv means 55!!!! Time to brush up on my roman numerals!!!
The Mhinisteir has a stole that needs altering. In case you are wondering what a stole is, it is a vestment that is worn over the shoulders by a priest. As I am hopeless when it comes to sewing, I decided to engage the services of a seamstress. I remember seeing a local advertisement and decided to enquire.
I rang the mobile seamstress on her mobile number but there was no answer so I left a message on her phone. Some people don’t check their messages so I texted her with the details. I was so impressed when she rang back within the hour. She started by saying that because of Covid19 all items of clothing have to washed before they are brought to her and that she can only do measurements outside her front door!!! Brought to her? Being a mobile seamstress, I expected her to come to us! Can you imagine the Mhinisteir standing outside her home getting his measurements taken while the whole neighbourhood watches! In any case, the Mhinisteir’s stoles are not machine washable.
Anyway, I told her that I will be in touch, thanked her and rang off. A pity I can’t give her my custom but she made it impossible difficult. The quest continues…..
I am totally fedup with the M word popping up all the time both on the radio as well as the newspapers In case you are wondering what I am on about… it is the M word !😆. I can’t bring myself to type it but this word is used to describe a part of ageing that happens to women in their mid 40s and mid 50s.
Please don’t get me wrong, I am all for raising awareness. It is very important, for some people it is a matter of life and death but please don’t bang on about it. It becomes very embarrassing when every other female celebrity feels obliged to give the most intimate details.
In this social media era, people feel the need to announce EVERYTHING all the time. Maybe it’s about time that one started behaving with some decorum.
I almost had a kitchen disaster last week while preparing to entertain a senior cleric. Regular readers will observe that these days I am often in the company of senior clerics!!!😀
The Mhinisteir was due to have a meeting with him at the Vicarage and since we all had to eat, we invited him to join us for lunch. I had only seen him from a distance at the cathedral so was delighted when he agreed to join us.
The lunch menu consisted of carrot and coconut soup, roast chicken sandwich, mini blinis with cream cheese and Scottish smoked salmon, chocolate cake and shortbread. All made by own fair hands!
I decided to prepare the soup a day in advance and as I set out my ingredients, I realised I had run out of chicken stock. Thankfully, I had Marigold organic bouillon powder but I had never used it before to make soup as previously I had only used either homemake stock or Kallo organic stock.
As per instructions, I put 4 tablespoons of the bouillon powder in a measuring jug. Just as I was about to pour some boiling water to make up the stock, it dawned on me that I had almost half a tin of bouillon powder in the measuring jug. I thought to myself that surely it can’t be right and decided to read the instructions again. 4 TEASPOONS not tablespoons!!!!! Oh my goodness, what a disaster it would have been!!!
Anyway, the soup turned out beautifully. The lunch too appear to have been a great success based on the thank you note we received.
The following has been happening for a while….within a minute or two after I press the publish button, I will immediately receive a notification that a certain someone has liked it. How could they have read the post so quickly? How do they do it?? I am flattered that they like my posts but do they really read it??? 🤣🤣 . I am intrigued.
This is the question I am asked at EVERY social event. I am so used to being asked this question that I have found the perfect answer which leaves the questioner gobsmacked!
These days, a woman is expected to be in some form of employment to be considered a worthy human being. My mother is a housewife and my two grandmothers were housewives. Like them, I too am a housewife. I used to be one even before I came down with this mystery illness.
I used to work before I got married and I continued to work after I got married. However, just before his ordination which was shortly after getting married, the Mhinisteir expressed his desire for me to give up work so that I could be his helpmate. I was pretty chuffed. I love being a housewife. I get a lot of free time to myself to pursue my own interests. I even have the luxury of an afternoon nap!
Like my mother and my grandmothers, I too have to run a tight ship. I have to work within a small budget. We have a cleaner who comes in weekly and a gardener. Other than that, I deal with everything that is related to the Vicarage from the ironing to the cooking which I do from scratch to the letter writing giving the Mhinisteir the time and energy to concentrate on his calling. Recently, I told someone that I am not an “evangelical” vicar’s wife who is very hands on when it comes to her husband’s calling. Nothing wrong with that but I prefer to work in the background. This is how I support the Mhinisteir.
To come back to the question…. and so what do you do? I am a lady of leisure!!!!
A few days ago, I received a WordPress notification informing me that I have had 5000 visits to my blog so far! I had another surprise in store when I discovered that I now have just over 300 followers. My goodness!
I don’t promote my blog anywhere including social media platforms like Facebook or Twitter. I don’t have an account with either but quite frankly, I am not sure I am ready for such a big leap.
Over these past two years, I have had very kind messages from followers saying how much they enjoy reading my blog. I even had a handful say that they are slightly addicted to my musings! How very kind!
When I started the blog back in August 2017, I didn’t think I would come this far. It was only in 2019 that my blog became public! I was very grateful to the first follower and today, I am still very grateful to the three hundredth follower!
I am just so grateful to every one of you who reads this blog. Thank you to those who make the extra effort to get in touch with me since I don’t make it easy by disallowing comments!