Good morning all from Glasgow, where it's 1 °C.
Mizuna, what an upbeat post.😚
Unfortunately, I had the most awful night painwise and have had so little sleep. It was relentless, my CD medication, does not seem to be doing anything . Thank goodness I have a rheumatology appointment this week.
I may have to avoid the public today, I am what we rerm here, a nippy sweetie 😠
It didn't help that yesterday did not go to plan. I wandered into the sacristy, planning a gentle day, to find my friend on duty and in a total panic.
The Chief Sacristan had asked him to cover, knowing he had never done a Sunday Mass before, but had given him no guidance. We couldn't figure it out, because myself or the young sacristan usually cover the Chief at the weekend, if required.
He has been behaving oddly recently, I am beginning to wonder if he has health issues.
Sunday morning Mass is a High Mass and we had three new altar servers into the bargain.
It was really stressful, especially one is rather lively and a lit thurible and incense were added the mix. The only way to describe it was absolute chaos.
The P,P appeared and he was in a strange mood, turned out he was on steroids! He had no idea that my friend was really stressed, until he explained that I had stepped in.
Having trained servers many years ago, I reverted to teacher mode and started giving directions, splitting up the experienced servers, who are prone to talking ( they were not happy) on the altar and re-arranging things.
My friend was astonished at how different Sunday procedures are for a weekday. He kept telling me how grateful he was and hadn't realised it was a totally different ball game from weekdays.
I was so annoyed at him being asked, because his new grandson was born in the early hours of Saturday and his seriously ill wife needed him too. He was exhausted, but felt he couldn't ask me, because I was unwell.
His son and DIL had experienced multiple miscarriages and lost a baby at a week old, earlier in the year. I wept tears of joy, when I heard the news on Saturday. DH thought someone had died! 😭
No rest today either. I arrived home to find DH had put up the tree in the living room it was carnage. On going upstairs, I found the spare room full of the conservatory tree and decorations, all throwing in with gay abandon. Today I will put up the tacky tree, as I call it. It will be covered in decorations, my children chose or made when they were children.
Before going to bed, I could not find my keys. No problem, I thought, because it has Tile attached. One hour later, I still hadn't found them. By this time it was midnight. I found them, in the spare room, inside my boot, hidden by a large Christmas tree. I am slowly going mad!
Have a gentle day folks and take care. I will read properly later.