Considering I haven’t been near one since Christmas Eve, it went pretty well. It was a help that I was able to choose the hymns, so at least I chose ones that I liked and could play. In fact, fortuitously, one of them suited the sermon as if it had been chosen for it.
According to News for the Pews, there’s a churchwardens’ meeting tomorrow. Oh. This isn’t ideal, as I’m looking after Pugsley in the morning and have a governors’ meeting in the afternoon, but there we go. It’ll be my last, anyway, and I missed the previous meeting because I was in hospital. In fact, the minutes weren’t sent out, or if they were, they didn’t reach me or the other churchwarden in the village. I’ve been promised them tomorrow morning. I have sent out an email promising jellybabies and asking if Maltesers or Minstrels would be preferred – one vote for Maltesers, so far. I just want to make quite sure I’ll be missed by being quite adorable…
One friend, who is due to have a new knee in a month’s time, was asking me about my experience of being awake during an operation. I told him what fun it all was, but in case he thought it was my natural exuberance (I seem to be coughing a lot this evening, I wonder what that’s all about?), I’ve copied’n’pasted my description of the operation and sent it to him. I really was quite sensible about it, and I trust he won’t be too bemused. He did ask… And I didn’t even mention the blog. Some of my friends do know it exists, and two of them asked for its name so I told them (and how damn silly it sounds, said out loud) but most people tactfully don’t ask.
The Sage has just brought me a potful of coffee. I have thanked him, of course, although I did mention that we seemed to have returned to unaccustomed normality with startling speed, since he showed no interest in cooking dinner this evening as he was far too involved with eBay, so I did it. I cooked sausages with great care (fried slowly in a small quantity of bacon fat, Simon), with spinach, courgettes and yellow pepper and baked potatoes. I gave Tilly her own portion of half a sausage and some potato, but I think she persuaded the Sage to give her something off his plate too. Dear little dog. She’s old and happy and she deserves to be pampered.