|Spider's web on a frosty morning|
I couldn't find my marriage certificate until I asked my husband who had filed it away years ago! I needed it for formal identification at a school where, as a governor, I had to have a DBS check for safeguarding purposes. Nor did I know my National Insurance number, but I was able to ring the Church authorities from the school office to ask what it was. This took up the time between this morning's celebration of Holy Communion and a bereavement visit. Next appointment: a possible candidate for Confirmation, coming for a conversation about the Christian faith.