Good morning all from Glasgow, where it is 11°C and cloudy.
Glammagran, I am sorry you are poorly. Wise not to not do the school run, I hope your DH is OK.
Both DH and I already have our 'flu and Covid vaccination invites.
Yesterday, I went down to Mass, to supervise monitor the car parking situation.
I was quite proud of myself, cars safely parked in rows, disabled bays used correctly and no blocking of wheelchair access.
We had a cone at the bottom of hill to indicate, the car park was full, whencI spotted a latecomer, he was looking very anxious. I realised it was a former pupil, his heavily pregnant woman and their toddler son.
I stopped him and told him, that I could squeeze him in.
I have never seen anyone so relieved in my life. His poor wife is really struggling, with her pregnancy and they would have had to park, a fair bit away
I found it really amusing to hear him address me by my first name. There are parents, who still address me as Mrs M, 😊
There was not a seat to be had, the vestibule was also full, so I decided to go to the presbytery to photocopy the posters, stalker was demanding.
I was met by hundreds of toilet rolls and enough cleaning materials to last for at least a year.
They were stacked everywhere: the hall, office, toilet and call room and office!
I had asked the PP for toilet rolls, I think he got carried away,
I decided to carry some of the toilet rolls (they were light), when I spotted a young man, I knew going past.
I commandeered him and asked him to help with the heavier items. Then I spotted a friend, who was going to the next Mass, he was dragged in to help too.
Later, the P.P asked if I had been in the house, he couldn't believe how tidy the presbytery was!!
I was working at the back of the church, when I heard a voice, nipping my ear. It was the stalker. I had papers in my hand, which she tried to grab.
Is that my posters? Nooooooo!
I asked her to wait and I would get them. Did she wait, she followed me.
The next thing, she had squeezed herself into the tiny sacristy, which had been formerly a backstage cupboard. There were, the P.P, Deacon, Sacristan and me, but somehow, she managed to get in.
She had decided, she needed more posters. I had predicted that and made extra. The P.P pretended he hadn't noticed her and hid
Then she said, she would get them after Mass, but I said I was going home and she needed to take them. She huffed and puffed all the way back down the aisle.
I looked over her shoulder and the P.P was mouthing, Thank you!, because he had avoided being trapped by her. 🤣
I usually go to the next Mass , if I have been working about, but I didn't feel too good and decided to go home.
After making chilli and bolognese for weekday meals, I lay in the conservatory for the rest of the afternoon. I felt rather
strange, so did nothing.
DH has indicated, that he wants to come with me to Mass this morning. He cannot cope with the crowds at weekend Mass, it can be rather oppressive, due to the numbers.
I will quickly tidy up and leave my jobs to another day.
A stop off at Lidl is required. My nuclear winter stock of tinned tomatoes has been exhausted.
During the pandemic, when I was shielding, we had enough to last a lifetime or so I thought. 🤣
Have a lovely holiday, Ginny!
Have a pleasant day, folks.