I love the Monday after Remembrance Day. It’s one of the best Mondays. It means that Remembrance is over for another year!
Not that I don’t think it’s important (it is) or that it Remembrance Sunday isn’t beautiful in it’s own way (it is). It’s just that I find the space a tricky one to hold. We have a massive range of people in church (this time ranging from 4 year old brand new Squirrells to people who have been laying wreaths for many years). I want to remember and give thanks for the sacrifice without glorifying war. It’s a tough one. But it went really well! So much so that I was very chilled yesterday that I forgot to blog!
Remembrance was even more remarkable when you consider that I did it on about 4 and a half hours sleep. Mum and I were at Bebe’s Ozdust Ball on Saturday night and it was utterly phenomenal! With a scrummy dinner, performances from west end stars and everything in green and pink (even the drinks!). But it was a late one and I am no longer the 18 year old student I once was… thankfully, we have great coffee.
Anyway, the rest of the week involved the usual admin, sermon prep, meetings, Tappy Toes, Rainbows, clergy study day and Open We didn’t do Musical Theatre in the end and instead, me, Mum and Soph drove around eating snacks and looking at the fireworks across Maghull, Aintree and Crosby. It was a lovely way to spend an evening!
We have had Sophia’s parents evening and she has been bought a traditional box of malteasers. Of all the things they said, that she is kind, polite and talks endlessly about her brother were my most favourite.
This morning Aidan took a shine to one of Sophia’s dolls. He likes carrying her around and patting her on the head. He even lay her down, lifted up her legs and said ‘poo!’, pretending to wipe her bum!
Sophia and Aidan have also realised how they can both ride on Aidan’s car at the same time, much to their delight!
Nathan has been busy with the last of the St Giles 70th Anniversary events, thank goodness! It’s been lovely, but it has been such a slog.
Prayer: This week I was handed a receipt for somebody to claim back from St Giles and I stupidly put it in ny back pocket. I then realised I had lost it and it could have been in many places because I’d been everywhere with those trousers on. I prayed I would find it, and then it appeared in the strangest of places, down the side of my arm chair, which I could only see because S&A had removed the cushion to bounce on! Thanks God.
This week I am especially grateful for the chance to get dolled up and have a night off! Thanks for coming with me, Mum.
Coming up: The Tinsel Tunnel approaches!
More next time x
