August 29th, 2017

A Bit Of A Round Up

It's 31 years since I quit the ministry of the Church of England. I don't think a great deal about the complications preceding and following on from that decision but when I do- as I did last night- I remember that I've actually had quite an eventful life. A friend from those days- who is still a member of the congregation I resigned from- says the parish is now being run in conjunction with another and attendance figures are down. It's to be expected. The Church of England is fading away- having served its historical purpose- and that's entirely right and proper- and not to be regretted

The school holidays are coming to end- and it only seems like the other day that they began. We got to see all but one of our grandchildren in the course of them. Also all our great nephews and nieces on my side of the family. It's always good to hang out with the future....

Our pressing business at the moment- only not that pressing- is getting this house off our hands. The man we asked to do an ad hoc valuation sent us some figures today. They were a teensy-weensy bit disappointing but they'll do; they give us room for manoeuvre.

The trees are turning. Once we've finished the plum crumble Ailz made yesterday I must see about picking our apples. Then we can have lots more crumbles and pies. I planted sunflower seeds rather late in the season and the surviving plants are a few days off coming into flower. I check on their progress once or twice a day.

I'm reading Morning Star- a forgotten novel by Henry Rider Haggard. It's set in ancient Egypt and is a nourishing stew of cheap romance and occult wisdom. When he writes badly he writes very badly, when he writes well he's excellent.

Ailz and I sorted through a drawer this morning. We have a fine stash of greetings cards and postcards waiting to be sent and need never buy another- well, not for several years. What's this cable for? Nothing we still use. Chuck it away.
Do we ever use table cloths? No. Are we ever likely too? No. So off to the charity shop with it.

You Could Call It A Coincidence But I Wouldn't

I sent my granddaughters a postcard of Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth. Odd thing to send a couple of very young children but it seemed to make sense at the time. Perhaps I thought their mother would like it. Anyway, there's odder to come.

They received it this morning- delivered not by the postman but by the old gentleman through whose letterbox it had mistakenly been posted. He lives in the same village but his address is nothing like my daughter's. He said his wife had died the day before and Macbeth had been her favourite play.