Well where does all the time go, who can say? Seems like months since I could find a moment to so much as sit down.
The other Sabbath we had a little one christened at the meeting. When the party had all cleared off I happened to spy the old verger watering the plant in the porch. He turned round and told me that he had asked the canon what should happen to the rest of the water left after the christening many years ago. The canon had laid down the law that the water must not go outside the church building. So the verger use it to water the church plants now.
Amos be made a churchwarden now and is fuming. But the dead crow in the lane be gone now, only few feathers left to tell the tail.
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
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I'm told the former parson in our parish used to spit on his fingers and christen 'em just as well regardless. So at least you're that far ahead of the game.
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