I'm reading a lot lately, in fact I can't get my nose out of a book. You might find me curled up in the armchair at any given moment surrounded by books when I should be... doing (housework) should be doing (cooking) should be (at Church). Most of my 'should be's' seem to get lost in the feel of a brand new paper back. In between time, I might glance at the odd magazine ... and a dear 'not so old nor so young' lady lent me two Very Special mags that belonged to her husband. He was unaware of the loan - they were That Special - and we both thought they would be returned still leaving him happily unawares - it's easy to do that sort of thing to husbands isn't it?! "Village Life" they were called, featuring our very own Bunbers. So of course, they were special. I put them on the chair in the kitchen which nobody ever uses. Safe and out of harms way. I do like to look after other peoples things. They were ready to return to wife of unaware husband.
My husband (the Vicar) never tidies up. Have you seen the study?!). My husband (the Vicar) decides to tidy up. Behind my back. I didn't see it coming. And throws the said Very Special Bunbury magazines into bin. And of course, doesn't it just happen to be Bin Man Day.
I decide not to stand by him in his hour of need, as he confesses to wife about his deed. He leaves wife to confess to husband.
This is the sort of thing that happens as we rest and restore.
My eldest tells me he's bored. It's raining. Indoor activity is suggested. The Internet. He wants to make a search for Mopeds and Bikes. Sounds reasonable. I'm not an unreasonable mum. Permission is given. Of course he Accidentally gets lost ... on the Pamela Anderson web site. Like what? - for half an hour???? Send in Step-father to help relocate. Neither find anything about bikes - they gang together and tell me they simply couldn't get out. Trapped like helpless flies on the Web.
Mmmmmmm.
That's play time! Where has all the French Skipping and Hop Scotch gone?
Did you go to the AGM.? Terribly boring things I know. But one should show one's face even though there may be big or little issues or lots or little to say. I'm glad I went this time though. I found I had something important to say. Only... being ever so shy in large groups of people ... I preferred to write it down rather than say it out loud with everyone looking at me and thinking I was being silly or pedantic ... so I borrowed a pen and wrote on the 'minutes' something that I really felt was a big and urgent issue and that it was imperative to be seen to without delay or the whole of the Church of England may be brought down around our eyes at that very moment. I do hope the Bishops are grateful. I called the Chairman over and he read 'Darling, your flies are undone...' Oh! God ... that's work.
Anyway, the husband and wife forgave the Vicar ... I forgave the son and husband and ... forgive me - the Church of England still stands.
PS. Dear God, didn't really mean that last line - I just had 'writers block' for a nice neat ending.
with love - Lin