I had to write an official sort of letter to someone last week, which I hope is about the last thing I’ll have to deal with as churchwarden – which I’m not any more, the official swearing-in of the new one having happened this evening. It’s when the Archdeacon, during his Visitation, does his Charge. Which is less exciting than it sounds, being an instructive talk.
Anyway, I deliberately didn’t put my phone number on the letter because I wanted a written reply. So I was decidedly miffed when, having just arrived home from a meeting soon after 6 o’clock, I got a phone call from the chap who wanted to argue his case. It took 15 minutes of my time, and during the call he reproached me for not giving my number, which he’d had to look up. I explained, more politely than he deserved (and I’ve got to meet him next week so actually I’ll put it more forcefully then) that, if I’d wanted a phone call I’d have given my number. As it was, I told him that I need written confirmation of anything said as I’ll be passing the job on. But anyway, having just got in and not even having had a chance to put the kettle on yet, answering the telephone to a business call was not what I wanted to do right then.
This morning, I was doing computer stuff for several different things when the Sage asked me for an address. I looked it up from our mailing list and was just reading it out when the damn phone rang. There were three calls in ten minutes, two business ones for the Sage and one for me, they needed to be answered. It always happens. We never have a conversation or do any work without being distracted by the phone. I so prefer email, which doesn’t impose and gives a record of what took place.
A very good governors’ meeting today, where lots of people had things to say – sometimes it turns out to be only about three of us. And the two new governors volunteered for things, which they are obviously more than capable of doing well and, indeed, there were helpful offers all round.
At last, the only interesting bit about an election – the results. For once, I can forgive the pundits for speculating. I’m really quite tempted to stay up, but I’ve got to be out of the house by 7.30 in the morning. So I’ll probably get up early instead.