The weather is turning a bit milder, which was noticeable as we walked up to Swintons on Prince of Wales Road this morning. The short trip was necessary as the MX5 was backed into by a car in a car park at Hethersett yesterday. The woman kindly confessed to Dot, who was in the restaurant, and we took the car up to Wrights when she got home – only for them to give us the number of a car body specialist.
The damage was slight; so we went to Swintons today to ask their advice. As a result we are going to the car body people tomorrow. We will then let the other driver know the quote, which she will either pay or we will go through the insurance people. Lot of hassle for something we had minimal part in – but still in the great scheme of things, people are getting a lot more hassle for even less fault.
In an hour or so Dot will leave for a P4C event in Rayleigh, Essex, and I will try to get some creative work done and not spend time catching up with paperwork as usual.
A week ago (last Wednesday, to be precise) I managed to forget a PCC meeting, which is unlike me, especially as it was in the diary. But when Dot shot off to orchestra, it went out of my head. Actually it had gone out of my head long before that. It was a special meeting to think up questions for prospective vicars; so I don’t think I missed much.
The next day I drove out to Hethersett to repay Birgit money I owed her for Josephine’s wreath, which was a joint one from Dot and me, Phil and Joy, and Birgit and Joe. (Oxford comma.) We had a brief chat, but I didn’t stay. I had an unexpected sermon to write, because Carrie wanted to swap Sundays. I didn’t mind, because it was on some of my favourite passages, including John 1 and Proverbs 8.
It was still pretty cold on Saturday, but Dot was relieved of her ticket to see Norwich City play Blackpool as it was required by the guy who acres it with her. So of course Norwich City won, 4-0. Later I walked to Fishergate to see my cousin’s son’s art show at the Stew. He has an amazing imagination (I particularly liked his titles) but I wasn’t tempted enough to buy. Glad I went because I saw his parents, Mark and Julie.
On Sunday the sermon went OK, and to check it out we decided to go to the cinema to see The Theory of Everything. But it didn’t mention my sermon. Good film, deserving of the awards it got the same day. The following day we saw Shaun the Sheep, which is a very similar film in some ways. Stephen Hawking is much cleverer than most humans, and Shaun the Sheep is much cleverer than most sheep. And their ideas about the origin of the universe are probably just as close to the truth (though to be fair I don’t really know what either of them are).
Pre-Shaun, I walked into the city to pay in the church cheques as usual, and Dot went to see Carrie for lunch, which is where we came in. Since writing the above we’ve been contacted by the other insurance company, which has taken over the whole thing and is collecting the car on Friday while lending us another one. I jumped in too quickly and hassled myself. Typical.