but Friday's my doing the Church flowers day.
Two things:
- Father's going on a retreat, and doesn't want anything overtly Harvest Festivalish. Doesn't mind a few apples poked into the arrangement, but other than that he doesn't mind.
- I suffered a seizure a couple of weeks ago, and he, and his lovely housekeeper found out about it. They, despite H being horrid, have been my rock since. They leave lovely messages on my ansaphone, I have lovely chats to them after discussing the keys to the sacristy(they got burgled and had to have new ones put it), but don't feel like I can completely embrace it all yet, yet I want to.
Anyone ever felt like that?