Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Beginning of term
Not such a good idea to trust the dog. A less good half hour. Running up a field, he saw at a distance more than I could. He reached the dismounted cyclist first. He noticed the picnic tea first. Whilst the cyclist was bandaging a bloody shin (caused by an encounter with a car and a ditch), Zeb snatched his doughnut. Poor man. Not a very good visit to Bellingham, but he was more worried about Zeb's digestion, fearing that the gobbled-up clingfilm might cause problems. I apologised and invited the man to tea to compensate for his loss. However, he declined and gave me lots of advice on feeding Zeb a remedial diet, which I did put into practice but which I won't publicise here since it's not official veterinary advice.
Well, that was the sum total of time off during Monday. I did try to fit in eating a lunch of cabbage, heated up stew, plums and a cup of coffee; but the telephone and doorbell meant that the meal which started at 12.20 didn't get finished till 2.30. I decided to make supper a quicker meal by having baked beans and lettuce.
Over these two days I have contacted four of the schools in my parishes so far, asking whether there were ways in which they might like me to help this term. There has also been quite a lot to do in connection with the Harvest Supper for the whole community organised by the Roman Catholics, Methodist United Reformed Church and Anglicans together. Various pastoral visits and enquiries on topics ranging from memorial stones to water supply. Some of this may sound trivial but people's lives are made up of lots of small things: Christians believe that God cares about everybody to such an extent as to be willing to be involved in their lives as Jesus.
The rhythm of my hectic days is punctuated by being in church at regular times for Morning and Evening Prayer when I ring the bell to remind people that we are praying for them in their busy lives.