Yesterday didn’t quite go to plan. The funeral was as desired, and I rode to the crem in the hearse, all well. The Committal at the crem was duly brief, and all were stricken; and the hearse brought me back to St Helen’s. The catch, though, is that the church had been locked up while we were at the crem, with my jacket and keys therein.
Well all right, I walked home and I figured that I’d come in for Morning Prayer tomorrow and wait for the caretaker to open the church and the vestry. Margaret (refining the last stages of her Ethics seminar paper for today at Christ Church) had pizza and caught up on Doctor Who.
Got a good night’s sleep, had my morning run walk (my muscles and joints were stiff — every stride sent jolts up to my spine), coffee and fruit, showered and dressed, went to Morning Prayer but no one with a key came to church or office, home for coffee and toast, off to a home communion, sending an email to the parish office en route (thinking I might borrow a key to liberate my jacket on my way home, got an email saying they were leaving early, I assured it was okay, they offered to pick up my jacket and take it to me at the care home! Then home to shoo Margaret away for her seminar.
Sarah was a life (or at least ‘jacket and keys’) saver — thanks!