Monthly Archives: November 2011

Going home

The experimental phase has come to a conclusion… I am far too much of a liturgically minded soul to cope with singing a Christmas Carol on Advent Sunday, far too uncomfortable with 45 minutes worth of sermon which seems to me to be almost totally regurgitated Bible commentary and I don’t like being shouted at from the pulpit, and basically, I’m far too Anglican to change…I’ve needed this break from all things Anglican to learn that!

So tomorrow, with the start of the church’s New Year, it’s time to go home.

In which our intrepid heroine has adventures.

This going to weddings caper is quite exhausting…. Until recently, thinking about what to wear at all formal events was easy. However, the former way of life, and the attire that went with it being a thing of the past, this is no longer the case.

I spared you the detailed angst that went with the clothes shopping saga – at the time. I’ve recovered enough to give you the basic details!

The plan was for a dress, but finding one I liked within my budget, and that I was comfortable wearing,  just didn’t happen. So, skirt and smart top was the next plan. Finding one of each that I liked, was within my budget, that I was comfortable wearing and which went well with the other.  In fact, skirt was purchased! Then ideal top was found, but it did not go with the skirt, but it did go with several of the pairs of smart trousers I already possess. Skirt was then returned! (What d’you mean, I should’ve kept it?)

Shoes were actually easily chosen. But, they’ve been hell to break in! We’re not quite there yet, and I am glad I didn’t pay full price, as I seem to have paid almost as much again in plasters.

Then, with horror, I realised that the agony thus far described wasn’t over. I contemplated the accessories…..basically, I just don’t have any.  Nope, no handbags/clutch bags, no jewellery. So, I decided as I was only going to the church, these weren’t necessary. However, my work colleagues were horrified at this state of affairs, and brought in a load of necklaces andsmart bags for me to choose from.

Which I did.

No, I did not consider make-up. I have gone the last 40 mumble years without it, I am NOT starting now.

So, the day arrived, I got all organised, clean, dressed up, (feeling slightly not myself at all!) and contemplated setting off.  Walk, bus, train, train, bus. Essential items – house keys, purse, bus ticket,  train pass, A-Z of local city, certain items of a feminine nature we won’t talk about, hankies, card and present for bride and groom….. it slowly dawned on me that, like it or not, small backpack was just going to have be used (and shoved under a chair in church if need be!). This looking elegant lark does not work on a cool day in November, with two hours on public transport! It also meant I could shove the fleece I needed to keep me warmer whilst travelling out of sight. (What was wrong with a coat? Um. Two things. I only possess one, and it was at work.)

I had to remind myself I was not going to work, but remaining on the train for a further two stops,  to change to another train… then got lost went the scenic route to the bus station. It’s been a good while since I wandered around that town…

“It’s the bus stop before the Motorway Junction,” the church website had cheerfully proclaimed, which is OK, but not if you can’t actually tell it’s the church, until you’re whizzing past. Oh well, the buses are every 6-10 minutes, and I had allowed for such happenings.

The wedding was fabulous, and I met up with some great former colleagues… the coffee and cakes for those of us not going onto the reception later were a brilliant idea, and certainly much appreciated!

The reverse journey was somewhat easier, but I still got lost between bus and train station. Unusual, that. I normally have an excellent sense of direction.

I have definitely needed a quiet day at home to recover!


So, I’ve been digging around in places I’ve not been for quite a long while. It’s what happens when long lost papers turn up, and when I’m amalgamating them with the ones I’ve always had.  And, I am delighted to report it not only didn’t hurt a bit, but a few monsters seem to have been dealt with most comprehensively in the process.

I gleefully added the original card I was sent, aged 16, with my National Insurance numbers with all my other official papers. It was reassuring to discover I have had it memorised correctly these last few decades.

Why my mum thought handing me my Health Clinic card from when I was a baby was the thing to do is a little beyond me. It confirmed, however, I was not far out when I said I was just over 5lbs at birth. (I was 5lb 8oz at three weeks old.)

My clarinet will be celebrating it’s 30th birthday in a few weeks, according to it’s original guarantee form. Saving up for it was a summer’s worth of baby sitting I’d much rather not think about ever again, but the 30 years with my clarinet is well worth celebrating. I don’t want another one, it suits me well. (But, if anyone were to offer me other members of the clarinet family, I wouldn’t say “No”, especially to an A clarinet. Or a bass one.)

I’ve smiled at the photos that have turned up. Proof positive I’ve not worn dresses since I was about 8, and just why I’ve refused to wear them is apparent.  I was a very cute 3 year old, though, especially as a bridesmaid.

I found, as I was putting other orders of service away in the box file, the order of service from a particularly significant event of 1996. I couldn’t quite make myself read the middle section, but I did sing the hymns, and read the readings to myself, and reminded myself of what matters now about the choices I made then.

All my hope on God is founded

Isaiah 55:6-11

Romans 12: 1-13

O, thou who camest from above

John 15: 1 – 17

Lord God your love has called us here 

Be still for the presence of the Lord

I, the Lord of sea and sky.

I might not have made it to church this morning (I’m on my way as soon as I’ve done this), but being able to sing and read all those in one go, on top of the other rememberings, and remember where God is in it all was very, very good.

Ow! My aching arms! and back!

But, I’m delighted they are aching, for it means the piano is now here, and I think I did about five hours practice yesterday, as well as getting it here, set up and in it’s rightful place!

We will gloss over the saga of woe that occurred between me ordering and paying for , and actually getting said piano. It’s not pretty, but justice has been done.

Possibly bringing it home myself, on a shopping trolley, was a little foolish. It is designed to be used for moving around, but whilst it’s much the same size as my keyboard for width, and depth, it’s considerably heavier, and it has it’s own dedicated stand, which is correspondingly heavier than my keyboard’s X-stand.  So, the box to house all of this + its packaging is about the same size as me.. . in fact, out of curiosity, once I could – I did discover I could fit in the box quite nicely.

So, yes, getting a taxi would have been sensible.

However, sensible and Japes do not always belong in the same sentence when she is determined to get something done. I was determined this piano was coming home.

There are a couple of glitches, but once they are sorted, I am very content with this purchase. It will be a great practice piano, and because the keys are properly weighted, the piano playing arm and back muscles will be kept in better trim. But, oh, I am aching today!