I called on a friend to wish him a happy Christmas. I gave him a hug. “Whoo, have you missed me?” he asked, as I leaned and didn’t let go for a while. Yes, I had, he’s a sweetheart and I hadn’t seen him for some time, but he was also very nice and comfortable to lean on. It was 9 in the morning, 5 hours after starting work.
Al got a bit frantic at one point during the afternoon as it was extremely busy, not helped by me disappearing for a while in an unscheduled sort of way. We caught up eventually and he put in his order before 5 o’clock – hoping that there will, in fact, be a delivery tomorrow. Back at 6 tomorrow morning, and I hope that by 4 pm I’ll be ready to leave to get ready for the carol service at 6. I have not practised the clarinet, which is a bit of a shame as I am accompanying the pre-carol service carol singing for half an hour – it’s not the notes I’m worried about getting wrong, but that my lip muscles will be tired and wobbly by the end of it, and since there was a bright idea of me leading two carols during the service too (as being more appropriate than the organ for ‘Silent Night’ and ‘Away in a Manger’), I want enough puff and embouchure to take me through that without inappropriate dribbling. Too late now to be any use, however. It’ll be fine. The worst thing that’ll happen is that I’ll look a fool and that is a given fact at the best of times.
Oh, and baby Jesus from the church crib suddenly turned up, a year after being discovered to be missing. He is a very naughty boy. I must remember to take a photo of the other crib, which is fabulous. The children from the village school made it last year from papier maché. Everyone has fabulous pop eyes and we can’t tell which animal is which. Last year, we turned the altar into a stable, which was most effective, and this year they are positioned at the back and the nice old plaster crib is at the front of the church, with Jesus about to be reinstated. Last year he was replaced by a Plasticene understudy.
Happy Christmas, darlings.