Categories: just-for-fun, life
Date: 28 December 2004 22:11:11
Returning a call to a certain Curate yesterday...
Me: Hello Reverend Father.It wasn't until I reached the pub, where we were having the dinner to send off our dear friend K as she sets off to the north to convert the heathen Queenslanders ;-) and study theology, that it became apparent -- on speaking to the Curate via telephone -- that I had in fact not called him.
Revd Fr: Hello.
Me: Are you having a good time in Sydney?
Revd Fr: Yes.
Me: Unfortunately I can't take you to K's farewell tonight ... I will be in the Hills District and going from there. I can take you home though.
Revd Fr: That's good.
Me: Can you get there alright?
Revd Fr: I'll see.
Me: Give me a call if you have any trouble; I'll swing around.
Revd Fr: OK.
Me: See you tonight then. We'll be sure to give K a good send off!
Revd Fr: Bye.
It appears I phoned the beloved Curate's doppelgänger, who sounded similar (though not as jovial). I'm quite astounded by the fact he didn't tell me I may be mistaken, unless he too was a Revd Fr and was sending off a K -- strange indeed.
After swinging by to collect the Curate, we had a most wonderful meal, dessert (apart from the fact that was no non-dairy sorbet for K, and no coffee or Maltesers available), and chat.
God be with you K; you will be sorely missed in Sydney. My prayers are with you.