Today's FSC has certainly given me a taste of things to come.
Despite being poorly attended (less than 50…) the service in the old church building gave me endless things to do.
First off, I had to step in and do the ushering for communion in the abscence of elected person.
Then dash into the kitchen next door to make the tea and coffee, where i discovered no-one was helping out this month's chef. So had to rope in a couple of volunteers to set-up and serve.
Then people wanted to chat with me about the website, the drainpipes… not to mention the writers group. Which I am going ot have to sacrifice.
Main job was counting up the money from the collection, which really shouldn't be the Big deal our ex-treasurer has made it into. Is it really necessary to enter the amount donated of EACH COIN into the totally overblown spread sheet?? That's three x 50pence, seven x one pound, four x 2pence etc...
We can sort this, but it will take some time to find out what sort of mess we are in at the moment.
Then I had to join in with the washing up of course, supervise the tidying away of all the toys and stay to the bitter end (gone 2pm) to lock the place up.
Even now, I'm not convinced I have alarmed the old building itself?
None of this I have done grudgingly, I'm just rather surprised how involved I am all of a sudden.
Either my predeccessor was much cooler than me and did all these things so effortlessly that no-one noticed, or they just didn't quite get done...
The picture of me on the newsheet is less than flattering, but I can live with that.
Today was a Bad Hair Day.
About 10 o'clock, an hour before the service, I decided to tidy myself up and whizz the clippers over my head, to about a 2mm. Easy job - fifteen minutes.
Until the flippin' clippers ceased halfway thru and then fell apart in my hands when I tried to clean them up!!
So I had tufts and long bits, and spaces…
In a panic, I decided all I could go was get the razor out. No trouble normally, and quite fun, but my hair was much too long and it took ages.
In the end, I ahd to ruch out the door with a million cuts and scrathecs, and blood spots all over my too-white head! People noticed, but most of course were too kind to say anything. Got plenty of offers of spare clippers tho!
And then at four pm, just as I am down at the tip with Stan disposing of the shattered remains of my last Mac (hard disc duly smashed with Big Nail!) Biscuit turns up at the house with her boyfriend on a surprise weeknd visit.
She is the wrong end of the week to stay for dinner, but we've invited them round tomorrow night instead.
Happy chicken - so comfortable with her new found independence. Unforunately, her sister is p*ed off with me because I haven't rung since she moved into the new flat.
not enough times, I admit, and I'm annoyed that I forgot this evening.
Still working on the Geologica project - tonight locating most of the major Caves and Karst in Asia.
Ho hum.
But while doing so, my musical entertainment was provided by a totally new band called Progfoxx who have posted an awesome version of Underpass.
There are so few covers of John's work - its about time someone put together a tribute album…
On that subject, still a little disappointed and beginning to worry about the lack of communication from Ris. He hasn't called back since last Sunday, and that is unusual when he said he would.