T Minus 136
Last night was the first of many lasts here in the UK.
I sat at my last PCC meeting. This, for those who don’t know, is the Parochial Church Council, a sort of elected parliament in the church, which helps to make decisions.
I have sat on the PCC for most of the past 24 years (with a 4 year gap in the mid ‘nauties’). I was first elected in 1990 – proposed at the AGM by a certain curate by the name of David McDougall, who is soon return to SMB, after many years away, as the new Rector (small world!) I have enjoyed PCC for the most part – generally good humoured but with robust debate on occasions, people genuinely seeking to do the right thing for God. I will miss it.
As we disentangle ourselves from the
UK, there will be many lasts. In truth some things may have happened for the last time, of which we have been unaware. Others happened before we knew we were leaving. This is the first thing which I can definitely say is my last.
The first of many lasts!
T minus 138
It has been nice today to have a more normal day today after several weeks of preparations and celebrations.
Yesterday’s wedding was a great chance to catch up with family.
Last weekend it was great to celebrate Mother’s Day in Lincoln.
The previous weekend we had an Open House and a Car Boot Sale.
We have had both Mum and Anita’s parents ( Heather & Geoff) helping us get the house ready and then this week we have put the house on the market.
We have had several viewings already and await any offers. All this anticipation is a little exhausting. Not least, keeping the house scrupulously tidy!
We have already made a decision to not have viewings on a Sunday which gives us a day of rest. So today was more routine.
We had a nice lie in which was great both bring really tired.
Then we we were up and out for the 11am service at our church, SMB (St Mary’s Bletchley), the service was great and well led by Catherine (our minister) and Andrew (our lay preacher). SMB has been part of my life for almost all of the 26 years in MK. Anita and I were married there and the kids have grown up there. It was good to catch up with folk having been absent for three weeks. We go not out of habit or obligation but from a genuine desire – even so it is part of our Sunday routine.
It will be sad to leave in a few months time.
Now home it is time to sort out Sunday lunch, Bex is clearing out the guinea pig cage, the others are chilling.
Guinea Pigs – alternative cage
This afternoon either a board game or a film. I will phone mum for an afternoon chat – getting used to doing this by FaceTime ahead of the move.
Then this evening Matt goes to C4 (youth group) and Anita is playing at the evening service. I’ll probably do the ironing – though the TV schedules have changed – no more ‘Call the Midwife’ or ‘Musketeers’. We are both eagerly await the new series of ‘Game of Throne’ – our guilty pleasure. However, the first one tonight is a late (2am) simulcast which might need to be recorded! Routines need to adapt a little.
I wonder what new routines await in Tanzania. They will probably be different.
It’s all a matter of routine but in times of change routine matters!
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