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Date: 14 March 2006 22:55:13
but ours was (well, it was the curate). He said he'd come round for a cup of tea at 7.30 last night but didn't arrive till 8.30, just as we sat down to dinner, having given up on him... He seemed totally unfazed by being late and stayed for quite a while but to be fair to him he was going to the night shelter and I doubt he wanted to arrive very early there.
Anyway we had quite a nice chat, including not-very-surprising surprise that The Spouse™ (former Independent Methodist, no, you won't have heard of them, very small, very non-conformist, very evangelical) and myself (former various-non-conformist) would have chosen our (very high, lots of smells, reserved Sacrament, no bells though) church. Despite the fact that one of our reasons for going there was that The Spouse™ wanted to go to a large church where he could merge into the background, I think he may have been persuaded to be on the PCC.
I resisted very strongly getting involved in a new "worship band" on my bassoon (I ask you, do I look like the kind of person who thinks bassoons belong in a worship band?), but wouldn't be too unhappy to do some alt.*y stuff, which it sounds like they might be up for.
I've been asked to give a talk in Oxford, where I used to live and have lots of friends - and was given a choice of dates - so I've chosen the day after our wedding anniversary, May Day. I think The Spouse™ is a bit confused about what this involves, but we've booked a Nice Hotel Often Associated With A Fictional Detective for the night before so we can totter out and see the morris dancers and totter back for breakfast. Don't think we'll be staying out all night at a ball, nor will I be getting locked out of my room in my underwear, both of which have been previous May Morning activities.