The Hotline

“I’ve just realised you’re the Vicar’s wife!” Her eyes are wide and she wears half a smile, as she strides over to me in the midst of the Toddler Group. This kind of greeting has become more frequent recently, since Husband’s T.I. (and every other colleague) vacated the role, and he took on the leadership…

An Up-date

A few nights ago, I had an itch to write. However, so much has happened and developed recently that I couldn’t quite remember where I last left off. And so I read back through my last few posts instead. And wow… I got a shock! Things got a little dark back there, huh?! So. I am pleased to say,…

The Friendship Factor

Right before we left residential college, our spouses group enjoyed an away day with a guest speaker; a lovely lady who had been married to a Vicar for a long, long time and had come to share her anecdotal wisdom. Whilst useful in parts, the main thing that stuck with me about this interview, however,…

Dangling Carrots

Last night I was at a prayer meeting. Wild, I know. But seriously. I love it. It’s my thing. My one thing in the week where I get to go out and plug in, whilst Husband sits out and stays in. Ordinarily, of course, it’s protected. He rearranges meetings and blocks out Thursday evenings because…

Also Smashing

There are many side-effects to being a clergy spouse. Some are perks, some downsides, and some entirely dependent on the situation. For example, one side effect I’ve discovered this week is that people can, rather mistakenly, believe you to be the All-Knowing Oracle when it comes to all things Church. On Monday, for example, this common…

Smashing

A few years ago I wrote a deeply personal testimony about the significance of Ash Wednesday. Because sometimes I write deeply personal and significant things. This is not one of those times. This… well, this is just another anecdote from a day in the life of a Vicar’s Wife. And I sincerely hope it doesn’t…

Expect the Unexpected

As you probably gathered from last Sunday’s blog, I wasn’t exactly expecting very much from this weekend. (That’s Husband’s Ordination to the Priesthood- for those just catching up.) Well, actually… That’s not exactly true, is it? I was expecting chaos. And confusion. And quite possibly the usual ridiculousness that, if nothing else, at least makes for…

The Verdict…

So the votes are counted… I didn’t win. Most of you traitors sided with him! So off he’s gone, with a trumpety trump; Carrying not one, but two shirts in his trunk. The red one is packed, The tea towel still contends; But he’s ditched the safe black And taken… navy instead?! (Probably to make…

Seeing Red?

“So what time are you home tonight?” “I dunno… just after 8 maybe?” “Ok. I’ll see if I can hang on and eat with you then. Unless there’s anything you need doing before you go?” “Err… Oh yeah, I need to iron my clergy shirt.” “Which one?” “The red one.” “The red one?!” “Yes. The…

The Onto-What-Now?!

So this week, Husband is to be ordained… again. And this is not – (as someone rather helpfully worded it on Facebook)- because it didn’t work last time. But is, rather, a “next step” kind of deal. But… isn’t he already a Vicar? I hear you ask. (If not, he better stop wearing that collar!…

Cake-Gate

At the end of this week, we are attempting our first full-length holiday as a family of five. So, amidst all of the other exciting-but-anxiety-producing preparations for this, I have also been attempting to use up all of the leftover perishables lurking at the back of our fridge. Come Tuesday morning, then, I found myself…