Oh dear. Planning time for the event to come in four weeks and one day. At least I haven’t done anything foolish like buying presents or writing cards, but the Carol Service preparations are under way.
In the post today I received an interesting padded envelope from the company that insures the church which, amongst other useful information, included a small phial of liquid which is meant for security-marking valuable items. It is visible under UV light, but the interesting thing to me, who did not know such a thing was possible, is that it is postcode specific. So one only needs to dot it on one’s valuables and their provenance can instantly be proved – assuming the item is recovered at all, of course. But isn’t it clever? I’m not sure, since it referred to ‘your’ – ie my – postcode, whether this is un petit cadeau for me, or whether I should dance merrily round the church, dotting it on useful items. Since the church is always unlocked, most things are put away, but the fine eagle lectern and such things are not movable, of course.
It’s all meetings for the rest of the week, which is a bit of a bugger. Sometimes, I think I should have got a proper job years ago. In fact, I’m a bit late. We talked about it when I was rising 40 and decided to carry on as we were. I regretted that decision later, but by then circumstances didn’t allow – whatever the status quo was, it had to stay. Anyway, I value my time too highly. I’ll give it, but it’s ludicrously expensive to buy.