Categories: general
Date: 12 October 2010 12:20:38
I have started to notice that I'm growing old. You can see it in my beard and when I stand up after being sat in one position for a long period. My boss loves to see me creak and groan as I stumble off to get a drink.
This weekend also saw me struggling to cope with a general malaise that seemed to centre on a bad head, an upset stomach and a feeling of wanting to be sick - yet not being able to.
I must have been ill because I didn't go to the rugby on Saturday. Instead I spent the afternoon on the settee and then went to bed at 5 for a few hours in the hope of feeling better.
This had a slight impact on the weekend.
Sunday morning at 11:00 I was due to preach at a harvest service. Sunday morning at 07:30 I git up and went down stairs to write my sermon. At 10:00 I printed it off.
I will say that this is my least prepared and, to my mind, worst sermon I have given. There were far more visitors in the congregation and little children. The message was aimed at the wrong people. I was even cringing as I preached.
This Saturday we're in Aberystywch and then have to drive back to Newport for my sister's **th birthday meal. Sunday evening I have another sermon to preach at another chapel; then the following Sunday morning I'm preaching at our old chapel.
In the meantime I have another week of work to get through.
No wonder I no longer feel like the 16 year old I was about 2 years ago.
I'm informed that I haven't been 16 for almost 30 years now - when did that happen?