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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
Well, it was lovely to go to church on Sunday and feel even more like my old self. In fact so much like my old self that I couldn't play any of the hymns at all. The minister claimed he hadn't chosed them deliberately... but was that a twinkle I caught in his eye as he said it? The only one which was simple was "Give me oil in my lamp" which I planned to play on the accordion, but when I picked the accordion up to start playing it made some rather ominous sounds which made me think better of it and I turned to the trusty piano. Oh how I love sight reading!
(*mental note to self - must remember to take the pliars to church next Sunday to mend the squeezebox)
It was the church Annual General Meeting after the service, followed by a church family lunch. It was quite nice to be there as a member of the congregation instead of a steward, although I nearly accidentally volunteered as a steward by not quite listening and putting my hand up to vote for someone when what was actually asked for was a volunteer!
I was nearly thrown out, mind, for giggling.... in fact, for setting off a bout of giggling that spread through half the congregation and caused the minister and the secretary to have to avoid eye-contact for several minutes. Well, the treasurer does have a tendency to go on a bit, and in a very grandiose manner, as is often their wont. Explaining about the fund raising for our church redevelopment plan, he told us about the forthcoming evening with photographs of the tigers from Sandown Zoo and said that he hoped it would be as good as the last event which was an evening of Old Cowes. I just couldn't help myself. You know those uncontrollable giggles, which you manage to suppress, only suddenly to remember what you were giggling at and set yourself off again???
The lunch was, as always, fantastic....apart from the moment where Tiddles managed to tip half a plateful of coleslaw (or cold-sore, as Smudgelet called it) all over his best Sunday clothes!
I had an interesting conversation with Smudgelet in the course of this... surrounded by the elderly ladies of the church who were listening intently.
Smudgelet: Mummy, are you going to have a baby?
Me: No, sweetheart, I am not (huh! And I thought I wasn't that overweight!)
Smudgelet: How do you know, mummy? How can you be sure you haven't got a baby in your tummy?
Me: Well..er... Smudgelet, I know I am not going to have a baby because there has to be a mummy and a daddy to make a baby. I haven't got a husband to help me make a baby which will grow in my womb. I could only adopt a baby, and I am not planning to do that because I have enough to keep me busy.
Smudgelet: But mummy, you've got me and Tiddles. We could be the baby's daddies.
Me: Smudgelet, little boys can't be daddies. I would need a husband if I wanted to make a baby.
Smudgelet: That's OK then... Grandad can be the daddy - he's a grown up :D
Thought for the day: It's a long time until the end of Lent, even longer until the start of the Easter holidays, but no time at all until the WightMeet. Why is that?