As tempting as it once was, I could never really have been a benedictine.
It’s the requirement of hospitality that would do me in.
Tomorrow the bishop comes. So imagine the scenario:
‘Welcome, bishop. Mrs Bishop. Right this way. Yes that’s it, just step over the ice chests and don’t trip the bags of crisps. Yes, yes it is a lovely new barbecue that you saw on the back seat of my car. Please ignore the seventeen other bags on the porch, and the unwashed dishes in the kitchen. The last loo roll is where it needs to be, and the kettle is on…’
We did clean the sacristy and print the church magazine. Pew sheets and growing season challenges are ready. Apart from that I’ve spent the day under a blanket, nursing LemSips and trying not to cough.
Time to go watch Casualty. Maybe it will offer perspective. (Cough, cough)