Annual Rectory barbecue yesterday. The sun shone, the yougsters (all 3 of them) chased a football around, and the rest of us drank wine, and fun was had by all I am assured. At least, everyone seems to be having a good time, although Alan (the tall one in the middle) is looking a little pensive watching me create charcoal from meat products. And yes, my other half really is that much taller than me. But I’m not very tall - everyone is that much taller than me!
Tomorrow we have the annual barbecue in the rectory garden, for both congregations and their friends/family at 1pm (if you know where I am you can come too - bring a donation of food and a drink to share.)
The gazebo (AKA big stripey tent) was dutifully delivered by Ken before he went on his hols, and erected by Alan & myself on Wednesday before heading over to Northern Ireland. I flew off Thursday, came back Friday to find that big stripey tent had collapsed in the wind. A kind neighbour had done their best to rebuild it while we were away, but it fell down again. 8am this morning saw me crawling on my hands and knees hammer in hand, re-pegging, tightening guy lines and mumbling unspeakables as the wind tried to turn the blasted thing into a kite.All the while, Alan, (poor bloke, dragged out of his sick bed to help) is holding on to one of the legs for dear life, to prevent it blowing away. Or was it to stop him falling over?
Such things were never taught at TISEC!
