Good morning all from a cloudy Glasgow. No wall to wall sunshine from us, I hope DH gets back from the golf before the rain starts!
I'm sorry your trip was disappointing, Mick. The first time, I visited Cheshire Oaks on a girl's weeked, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, despite it only being half the size it is today! We had nothing like that in the Glasgow area at that time, still don't.
Pants, it sounds as if you had a wonderful time in Cordoba.
Despite promising myself a quiet day, I ended up as usual being busy. I gave DH a much needed haircut, baked chocolate brownies and sultana cake and made some advance dinners.
Just as I settled down to watch my rubbish Turkish drama the phone rang, a desperate call from our young assistant priest. He asked if I was busy, but I declined to tell him about my secret vice.
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Having received a phone call from the hospital, asking him to bring the PP home (what a relief), the evening sacristan had just phoned in sick at the last minute, could I cover opening the church and set up for evening Mass, to allow him to go and pick up a very impatient PP?
I was covered in flour from baking, ( I am a very messy baker) and didn't have much time to change.
I pulled on the magic trousers, mentioned in the recent threads and was smart enough to pass muster! They are indeed magic.
Just as I got there, I bumped into one of the sacristans, a young man, who finds the challenges of society very problematic. However, that is a benefit to the parish, as he is meticulous about how things are done.
We are good friends, as he manages the heavier jobs for me. I hadn't seen much of him, due to the pandemic, so instead of going home, he offered to give me a hand. It was the easiest shift I had ever done, with an added bonus of catching up on all the gossip!
Added to that pleasure, my ex colleague and friend arrived for Mass, as elegant for ever, when I as usual, looked a frump, in comparison. Somethings never change! She is nearly 70, but is still stunning! ?
My only plan today is to update the church first aid box. I have accumulated a veritable pharmacy at home, so I don't need to buy anything. The reason, I sat down in my seat on Saturday, to see blood running down my hand. (blooming blood thinners). I had felt nothing. Unfortunately, the First Aid box had nothing in it, even the glucose drinks were out of date. I ended up with a crumpled, old plaster DH keeps in his wallet, in case he gets sore heels , golfing.
I wish you all the best of days, especially if you have lovely sunshine to lift your spirits. (grrr)
For those in the sick bay, get well soon and for those with sorrow in their heart, I hope you find peace.