Easter Sunday and Easter Monday

The weekend has been lovely.

After church on Sunday morning I went to a friend’s house for lunch which was very relaxing (some of the best roast lamb I’ve ever had… do hope that it was British but will adopt a don’t-ask don’t-tell policy to avoid conflict at home… then lovely apple pie and being force-fed Easter eggs….). I even got to play pool before lunch and note that I am approximately as flukey a player as I was nine years ago. It was fun, nonetheless.

Then to church again, with a slight change to the usual faces leading the service (due to the arrival of babies..). Leading prayers was significantly less terrifying than anticipated, largely due to the fact that if you are looking down at the lectern to read the prayers, you can’t see people (even if they are not looking at you).
The following points of anxiety were unfounded (PTL!):
speaking too quickly, too slowly, too West Country,
reflexively shutting my eyes,
Freudian slips [my internal monologue does not need to be shared with the wider church family],
dry mouth,
not being able to read my notes,
going on too long,
falling over on the way up to the stage,
causing feedback in the microphone [really hate microphones],
speaking too quietly, speaking at too deep a pitch,
reverting to Anglican liturgical language,
reverting to Anglican intonation [i.e. reading prayers like they are the football results]).

I was probably a little quick, and was apparently very posh…. clearly I reverted to my ‘telephone’ voice….
Anyway – all done and am still alive – hurrah!

After church, mammoth (47 ppl) trip to the Standard, as is traditional on a Bank Holiday Sunday. That works out at approx 1 in 3 of the brothers and sisters present at the evening service. Excellent company, excellent food, all for £10, plus a free pen and a chance to play the After Eights game.

Slept late this morning (Easter Monday), planned to do lots of house shopping, but then the Boy Racer (Gaah, Money Pit!) wouldn’t start, so made do with tidying the house (bleaching the sink!), reading a little, baking bread and sorting the wardrobes before tootling over to Oval/Kennington for Bank Holiday food at B’s. He makes good food. Such good puddings in particular! Must nab the recipes…


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  1. I am glad that you seem to have survived.P.S. You mention the arrival of babies: Does that mean that Skrine junior has now arrived?

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