Last night I dreamed I was due to preach in church this morning but I'd gone to a different church and, for some reason, we were climbing up a very tall tower. It wasn't even a stone tower but a soft cloth one. We were at the top when I realised I was supposed to be preaching somewhere else. So, no, I wasn't stressed at all.
I've been quite calm in the run-up but was a bit trembly this morning. I'm pleased to report it all went okay. Jordan, the pastor, said I was brilliant - but he would say that - and Monty, the reason I'm in this church, approved of what I said, and agreed with my slightly off-topic add-in about the infallibility or otherwise of the scriptures.
I also managed to get my article off to the editor before the deadline so I can think about other things now.
I remember, I didn't tell you: there was a fire in Verdi's! That's the ice cream parlour that my friend and I always meet in. It's very strange: over the last few years there have been fires in the pier chip shop, the pier café, and now Verdi's. Maybe it's an arsonist who doesn't like tourists/people who eat chips/people who eat ice cream.
The dilemma it causes: where shall Vivien and I meet now?
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Tomorrow I plan to do some gardening and start work on bringing together the writing group's writing for Ukraine. Did I tell you that we're planning to publish a small book of writing to raise funds and, primarily, remind people that the war continues?
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I harvested the rhubarb yesterday afternoon. Made a rhubarb and raspberry crumble for us and took the rest to church for others today.
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In case you're interested, here's the recording of my 'sermon' this morning.
4 comments:
A fire in an ice creamery is definitively not cool.
You have a lot going on!
Some developer wanting to scare off small business then move in with new building at bargain basement price? Is there a Welsh Mob?
I'm glad your sermon was well received! Sorry to hear about Verdi's.
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