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Date: 18 July 2004 22:38:04
The sermon this morning was on taking time out to be with God. I really enjoyed it. There again, perhaps I'm biased as it was M who was leading the service.
I had to laugh, though. She commented on people rushing from one place to another and how some people could barely make time to come to church but bustled in at the last minute. She added that this congregation had all been there singing well before the beginning of the service. I whispered guiltily to MC that the only reason Smudgelet and I hadn't come tearing in at the last minute was because we'd been too late to go swimming before church!
That was infuriating, actually, although I couldn't be cross. Smudgelet had spent the night at Dad's and I'd said he was to be home at 8.30 to get ready for swimming. I had a nice leisurely breakfast, got bathed and dressed and ready to go, and over came Smudgelet to get his swimming bag ready and set off. Only... Dad hadn't realised that I wanted him to have his breakfast over there! The child hadn't eaten. And there wasn't time for him to eat a meal and digest it before his lesson at nine. So that was swimming out of the window. Mind you, it meant I had time for a cup of coffee!
This afternoon was a treat as Smudgelet asked me if we could do some baking together. I love baking at the best of times, and it was lovely to do it with Smudgelet, just the two of us. We made fairy cakes, seeing as we were a bit pushed for time, and decorated them with lashings of chocolate and Haribo cola bottles. MMMMmmmmmmmmm... and very nice they were, too! Sorry I can't share them, you'll just have to use your imaginations. Time did get a little frantic seeing as Dad suddenly turned up and took Smudgelet off to tidy up the garage. It'd be so lovely if Dad had an awareness of other people having a life that run simultaneously to his, but I couldn't grumble as he's been brilliant just lately.
We zipped off smartly once the cakes were finished and collected a rather dishevelled and extremely shattered Tiddles from Scout Camp. You could tell how tired he was - conversation from the back of the car consisted of the monotonous "yes" and "no" more commonly associated with the teenage years - with a "yes" even coming in response to the question "Is it OK if I give your bike away?" Despite his assertions that he wasn't in the slightest bit tired, he burst into tears when he got home and begged to go to bed. It was lovely - he curled up on the sofa and went to sleep in my arms, looking utterly angelic (despite the huge black smudge on his face). Unpacking his bag I discovered that he had lost only one knife and one mug. And considerate as ever, he had brought all his underwear home clean so that I only had to wash the one set!!!
A lovely evening in the CoF and now I'm ready to slip into my sleeping bag and snore the night away. Shame I have to be up early to do Smudgelet a packed lunch and take him up to school for his end of term trip. Oh for a lie in!