It was Harvest Festival today and the new (since April, I’m going to have to stop this soon, aren’t it?) Rector decided to start the event at 3 in the afternoon. I hadn’t quite taken on board that there was going to be a treasure hunt and so on first and that the service wouldn’t start until 4, but no matter. I saw people and was hugged, so that can’t be bad.
It went jolly well, actually. Around 100 people there, including children, though I don’t think a head-count was done. I helped with food and drinks afterwards, all sausages were eaten and astonishing amounts of cake. No charge, it was a community friendship thing, though there was a bowl for donations. I like our new Rector and his wife, I hope they will be happy here. They have three young children, two at the village school and they are seen going for walks and being friendly – which shouldn’t be remarkable, but we’ve not always been quite so lucky in the past.
This morning, I turned out a cupboard. It wasn’t that hard, took an hour and a half (big cupboard), nearly everything was thrown out, most of it onto the bonfire (in spite of heavy rain yesterday, it was still smouldering this morning and the papers I added soon caught alight) and I have a good shelf for my files and the bottom of the cupboard for logs, coal and sticks, so I don’t have to bring them in every day, I’ve lit the fire again tonight – I’m not really cold, but it’s so nice to have. I know people – well, women – who complain that a fire is too much work. They don’t bring in the fuel, their husbands do, and clear out the ashes too. It’s just a matter of a bit of extra dusting, I can’t think what they’re complaining about (unless they’re well into their eighties and arthritic). A fire is worth the small extra trouble to the person who cleans. It’s also worth the extra to the one who does the rest. As the one who’ll do both – yes, no problem. When I buy my own home, I shall have a fire. There’s every chance, I suppose, that I won’t have an Aga and I’ll miss that very much, but doing without a proper fire would be another matter.
Thank you for your comments on my last post. I’ll explain more of what I mean in a day or two, or when I feel like it (I’m so tired by the evenings, I can hardly write sometimes) but I appreciate your kind thoughts. And there will be a blog party next year. This year, when the Sage was so poorly, I asked him if he wanted to postpone or cancel it – “no,” he said, “I enjoy it, I’m looking forward to it.” So am I.