Good day yesterday until friend said 'you sound croaky'. Maybe I'm turning into a frog. Anyone seen a princess? Oh yes, I remember, I married one (just in case she ever reads this).
Had managed gym (terribly badly), tree purchase (£10 but I had to carry it home from town), food planning and shopping, most presents (what to get the Mum who needs nothing?) and at least gave the sermon some thought as I wandered around.
Feel worse today. Stiff from gym and still coughing with wobbly guts. This is day 20. It is also a Thursday when I normally write for a living but today have to do other things.
Being a member of the clergy at Christmas has some benefits; most people feel they are getting their money's worth out of you. For a part-timer, juggling a week when Christmas Eve is a day you don't normally work for the church and Christmas Day is your usual day off, followed by a Sunday Boxing day when we aren't having any services and I can feel my bio-rhythms donning their safety equipment.
Today's tasks include changing the bed-linen, finishing the ironing, cooking the vegetarian bit of the Christmas lunch and buying that elusive gift for mother.
Am going to preach about glory, how doxa in the New Testament translates two Hebrew words with slightly different meanings. Deep inner beauty and outward splendour.
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