We finally have a new Rector, after some 20 months with a vacancy, or interregnum as it’s rather grandiosely called. It was the induction service to – er – induce him. Anyway, it all went very well. I spent much of the day cooking … no, that’s an exaggeration. I shopped first and cooked from 12 noon until 4 o’clock, when I stopped for lunch.
Al and the family called in and, remarkably, I had his birthday present all wrapped and ready, but he decided to keep it until the whole family is over on Saturday. He is quite the hardest person to buy for, not least because he’s not at all interested in birthdays or any sort of anniversary, nor in possessions and it’s generally best to give him something he needs. Or whisky.
Anyhoo – Happy Birthday, Al.
a. Was Pitocin needed?
b. Happy birthday Al.
Haha! Well, we had to advertise several times, country benefices with several parishes aren’t popular with clergy, so I suppose there is an element of induced labour. But this is a young man with three small children and the family is lovely, we’re very glad they wanted to move here. We’ll do our best to make them happy.
I’ll pass the message on, thanks!
*best to give him something he needs. Or whisky.*
That’s quote of the day, right there.
Happy Birthday Al and Happy New Vicar to your village.
Well, I’ve got something I hope he’ll like, and it isn’t whisky, but I bet someone gives him a bottle! And thanks.