Hills of the North Rejoice .......
Day minus two to D Day.
Moving into a new house requires addressing previous
occupant's likes and loves.
We are dog owners but the notice in the back door
indicated the existence of cats.
To spare the dog’s blushes we removed the sign
only to find behind it the remains of a fish …… a question of catacombs or who
got the fish?
Last evening I audited my first Parochial Church Council
(PCC) meeting in what seems like a thousand years.
This morning I left the somewhat inappropriately named
Sunniside in a deluge of dark stormy rain at 6 15 a.m. to drive across to the
Vicarage to await the delivery of a mattress for our new bed.
The delivery team were highly professional, extremely
courteous even though the sat nav had done what sat navs do and I had to talk them
down from Carterway Heads, like an air traffic controller, by mobile ‘phone.
The bed was both an eBay bargain and an eBay error of
judgement.
King Size is good, especially for the older couple, it
allows space to sleep undisturbed and comfortably through the night untroubled
by knees, elbows or bad dreams.
Super King size means a new mattress, new
bedding, new Duvet, new sheets, looking again at the description on eBay of the
new bed it is clear that it was accurately described as Super King size.
Hence my driving at 6 30 a.m. in driving rain through the
wilds of Consett and Shotley for the delivery at 7 00 a.m. Whenever I do make
an early start like that I am always aware of how many people start their day
with such a commute.
Indeed I did myself when I worked in Birmingham and I recall
the horrendous traffic in Bedfordshire requiring me to cross the M1 before 7 10
a.m. in order to miss the build up of traffic that meant my 45 minute commute
becoming an hour and a half..
The PCC was a revelation.
I recall my first PCC meeting in my first Parish in
Manchester as a raw 29 year old.
I put on my best suit and a nice shirt and tie
and entered the room with a folder with minutes of the previous meeting, a set
of accounts and a financial statement.
I started the minute as precedent
required with prayer, that was the only contribution I made which was not
interrupted.
Every suggestion I made was rejected out of hand.
I was
criticised for allowing people to call me Geoff, Fr Hedley would not have
allowed that. I soon discovered that the way we do things is the way things
will be done. I went home and drank half a bottle of the Whiskey we kept for
emergencies.
I attended my second PCC
wearing a full walking soutane with shoulder cape, what a
transformation. Respectful, polite, cautiously co-operative the PCC members
accepted all the suggestions that Father made.
I went home that evening and drank the other half of the
bottle in quiet gratitude for Whippels who had made my cassock to measure.
Interestingly it still fits but I cannot imagine needing to
wear it in Shotley Fields where I am clearly and firmly Geoff.
Afterwards I returned, not to the house for Whiskey, but to
the pub for a pint with the Lay Reader and the Churchwarden.
Great beginnings, early days, but positive signs and the house
continues to welcome us as we prepare to ready ourselves for pitching our tent
in these new parts, with new friends and partners in ministry in this glorious
part of the world, where the Hills of the North rejoice.
Geoff, as you shall always be known as here at The Snods, will always be grateful that you were shown the way to the vicarage and our church. Can't wait to see you, dogs and hens, cosily ensconced in the parish. Masses of warm welcoming hugs to you and Elizabeth, and thank you for your wonderful blog that entertains and makes us feel closer to you... Best of all love and blessings in your new home and new life here in the wilds of the Northumberland/Durham countryside. Sue, Michael and Edward Thompson x
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