Good morning all from Glasgow, where it is 8°C. Here we are in June and the weather is rotten.
Yesterday was full on. I was so surprised when I could get parked at church, we have two large car parks and they are always full.
The original plan was that I would park behind the parish house, because I planned to come down after the start of Mass.and the young sacristan would let me in the
back door, to save me having to walk.
He is a very thoughtful young man man.
As always, things did not quite go as plan. I had emailed paperwork to the parish account, so that I could print in A3 from the photocopier. Not matter what I did, it wouldn't work. I tried everything, but no joy.
I then realised that the P,P had been printing copious amounts, but the copier had run out of paper. Still no joy, when I filled the tray, I was flummoxed and becoming really frustrated. Time was of the essence!
The young sacristan came looking for me, because I was away for so long.
We eventually discovered baptismal forms jammed inside it, not one but a few. Consequently, we had to strip it down.
The Deacon had obviously left the jam, without saying to anyone 🤬
Once we cleared the jams, everything which had been stacked up, came pouring out. A hour later, I was still waiting to get my own materials copied. There was so much of it.. Grrr!.
Just as I was organising the removal of their alchol donations, a parishioner came and said the P,P had sent her to talk to me, about obtaing a Disclosure.
This must have been the most obstructive and difficult parishioner, I have ever come across. This parishioner had their own take on things and was refusing to follow protocols.
This was a red flag.
They hadn't reckoned on how rigorous I am, Safeguarding is paramount, as far as I am concerned..
Meanwhile, everyone was waiting for me, to store the alcohol. (I never had to lift a single bottle, I'm learning.) I went for the key and could not find it. We looked everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found.. I went to the Parish Hall to find the cupboard open and a strange man, (I mean strange in its real meaning) holding the key. Oh the P,P, gave it to me. he said, when I challenged him.
This man, whom none of us have seen before, has suddenly been given access to certain financial areas and trusted parishioners ignored. Our new P,P is too trusting and many are concerned.
How I longed for a quiet day, my impossible dream.😉
On the way home, I had to drop something off at my son's next door neighbour and had planned to pop in to see Dollie.
DD's mother's car was parked outside, so I decided it would be prudent to drive away and not intrude.
I messaged later and my son said they had not seen her for ages, despite her living less than ten minutes away.
I feel sad for Dollie, who can't understand why granny has little time for her, but spends plenty of time with her cousins.
DH is golfing and I am glad of the empty, it is so peaceful. 😉
Today is the day, I organise the money for the counters and I also need to finish off the alterations for DD.
I hope all the poorlies are improving and those, who are sad, have a lighter heart.💐
Have a pleasant day.
