That vicar/boss of mine just called round with a bottle of wine and a card to congratulate me on the twentieth anniversary of my ordination. I sort of noticed it coming up a while back but then the day arrived and I never even thought about it. Twenty years and still not been a vicar. The wine is vin de pays d'oc with pink flying pigs on it. Somehow strangely appropriate. Hucknall Parish Church 30/9/84. Bishop Dennis Wakelin. Sons aged 2 and 4 and no creche. A cat and a labrador at home. Seems like another place. They did things differently there.
A few moments ago I described someone as 'eccentric as a wildebeast on heat'. What on earth does that mean?
Playing Stevie Winwood albums to redess the balance of hearing Valerie everywhere, sampled by a dance track. Middle age is when you know none of the songs but all the ones they're sampled from ((c) Richard Owen).
Bishop Dennis said, 'I see you're interested in youth work,' the night before my ordination.
'Yes' I said.
'Go on being interested in youth work, ' he said.
Since he didn't know me and never spoke to me again he must have had some divine insight that this was a good thing to say. I've agreed with God to do that (go on being interested in youth work) until someone equally important as a diocesan bishop tells me to stop. So I must get back to writing that youth work session I'm supposed to finish today.
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