A Rescue, A Hospital and a Rev in 36 hours
Categories: general-nonsense
Date: 06 July 2010 08:02:09
Text one was recieved just as we were heading to church, Third Party had managed to borrow a random strangers phone. She'd lost her friend and was panicing. A phone call back and I was hoping, praying it would all be ok.
Phone call from 0800 mum and dad (this better be a real emergency) reverse in the middle of the service. I, as discreetly as possible nipped out and took the call. Third Party was in melt down and I was stuck at the other end of the country, skint (apart from some coins I was soon to throw over the wooden floor whilst trying to get some collection to throw in the plate).
Phone call 2 from 0800 mum and dad and thankfully TOH had emerged into the corridor and was able to have a debit card to hand as Third Party was at the station finding out how to get a ticket to get home.
Phone call to random number we hoped was the station with booking reference for ticket that TOH had managed to purchase at what would have been a reasonable price had they not put a £10 fee on for you needing to sort an emergancy.
No more phone calls for a while, which made us realise the plan had come together and Third Party was indeed on her way home rather than enjoying T4 On the Beach. (Total teenager type moment).
Whilst I was off on my first appointment on the plan, (that's doing the preaching thing to the everyday person), TOH was dispatched to feed Third Party and give her some TLC, oh and provide some warm clothes as Third Party was a tad cold in her trendy outfit. This in itself was a little wierd given the fact Third Party has sought to deny the existence of TOH as much as poss, to the extent I have sought to keep the two of them seperate.
Anyway all was well and I was happily able to go off and do some fieldwork in Costa Coffee later in the evening. (That one was a surreal experience in it's own right which I won't go into directly on here).
Monday morning seemed to start brighter and a little less surreal. I mean yes there were the odd bits like being shown the picture of Third Party dressed up as a Blue Nun at Glastonbury and trying to work out how to deal with the fact that seeing as her meltdown had meant she'd ended up in Durham not Kent on Sunday night how we dealt with the fact she had v. few clothes for the next six weeks. (Side note here, she'd not been home since Glastonbury and we are not down south again until mid August...all gets a tad interesting).
Then it all went wierd again. I've managed to lose my fob, and the college are out of spares and so gettting in and out of the building depends upon others at the moment. Third Party decided to circumnavigate this and hop in through a window to a communal area. Great, apart from in the process of this she managed to cut her head open on the window. Good job at times like this we live next to casualty. So it was that a sizeable part of the evening was spent in A&E waiting for her to get some glue poured into the cut.
By the time we got home it was chill time. Glad we were going to watch Rev which has been getting some good comments on FB. We sat and laughed and laughed. At the end Third Party summed it up by saying, "that was just wrong on soooo many levels because it was just soooo right on so many levels." For non UK people who can't i-player one day I will do a seperate review, suffice to say I think that churches should start a discussion group around this to be able to address the real issues churches face. It's so on the ball it could actually be a docu-drama rather than a sit-com.
The surreal 36 hours was finished off by one of those conversations that watching tv together sparks off. Within it we got onto evangelicalism and somehow onto Steve Chalke who's going to be on at Changing for Good next week. Third Party reckoned she agreed with Chalke's take on atonement theory and that he sounded a bit like the Princess Di of evangelicalism. Confuddled I enquired. She explained in many ways Chalke was the people's evangelical but he got out of favour a bit with the establishment and Nicky Gumble sort of took over. Therefore, it all got a bit like Gavin and Stacey where Pammy won't let Di's name be mentioned, being a Camilla fan. Third Party reckons that Gumble is Camilla to Chalkes Princess Di. That final note of surrealness sent me off to bed, it was all getting just a tad too wierd.
