I don’t seem to have got the hang of this Advent lark. OK, Mr M’s back is better. My pins and needles are still there, not helped by another mammoth card-writing session yesterday evening. Still, at least the practicalities of the approaching festive season are under control. So far.
It’s the more…spiritual side that’s lagging behind. I got in this afternoon to find my copy of Retreats Journal waiting for me. So far so good. I logged on with the honest intention of following up some of the excellent resources suggested by the Retreat Association, only to be waylaid by these wholesome chappies, languishing in my google feedreader. I never knew that dairy goods could be so exciting. In the good old days, the nearest to risque you got was a conga line of dancing cows, or Ernie and his ghostly goldtops!
So, I recover from the shock, and try good old Shipoffools Ecclesiantics board for some sound old fashioned theological and spiritual food, only to find them earnestly debating The Solemn Rite for the Lighting of the Advent Wreath. Hopeless. For as any child of the Sixties or Seventies knows, There is only One Rite and it consists of wire coathangers, yards of inflammable tinsel and a complete absence of Health and Safety regulations.
Might as well give up for tonight and concentrate on getting ready for the Church Ladies’ annual Christmas Dinner. Plenty of sustenance there. 🙂