Diary of a Lockdown: Week 9

Saturday Yes, we’re in Mexico today, and it’s already a much better weekend than the last! We have a slow morning, followed by the usual scramble about for passports and the likes, before buckling up and eating crisps on the “plane”. Since our last travelling adventure we have sadly lost another two pieces of charity…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 8

  Saturday So last week we decided not to “travel” this Saturday and give ourselves a ‘break’, Truthfully? I hated it. No structure, no plans, lots of moping, lots of time to think, lots of time to consider doing household jobs and then not do them, or do them and see them undone in ten…

Giving God the Grumps

I’ve been keeping a weekly lockdown diary on this page, (miracles do happen!) but felt this story was a little too good, (not to mention long and detailed!) to share within that. So, here goes, I hope it encourages somebody as much as it has done me! Yesterday was a bad day. In fact, the…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 7

Saturday The kids have been talking about our fake trip to Paris since Tuesday. Which was cute, until they burst into our room at 6am and screamed, “IT’S PARIS DAY!” at the top of their lungs. Still… we did it! We made macaroons (without a piping bag- wouldn’t pass in Paris!); took the Eurostar, did…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 5

Saturday Husband’s new day off. After a long, busy week I use my allotted time in the morning to hide in the office and write. (Probably why last week’s update was so long-winded!) Afternoon: watch Phantom of the Opera with the eldest, while the youngest sleeps on me. After firefighting with the Boy throughout, I…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 4

Easter Weekend! This weekend marked the point in which social distancing (or voluntary isolation) began to feel very, very real. And it is funny, because ordinarily, the week running up to this can be a Clergy Spouse nightmare! I remember my past two blogs about Holy Week- namely, Wholly Weak and the Beaster Holidays, (clues…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 2

Saturday, March 30th… Enjoy a long-scheduled brunch with friends over Zoom, during which we feed the kids approximately 2 dozen Hot Cross Buns to sit still and chat. Still, it’s good to talk! Saturday nights are pizza and movie nights in our house and, by some miracle, we have managed to find tomato-based sauce for…

Diary of a Lockdown (Week 1)

    That Thursday, 2 weeks ago… Realise that the schools are closing tomorrow. Do the Middle-Class-Parent version of panic buying and spend an obscene amount of money playing craft-supply-sweep at The Range. Also have the pandemic version of a parental panic, as neither preschool child will stay contained in the trolley; both climb out,…

A Quarantime Story

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a big, giant, ginormous egg on her head. She trumped! And the egg rolled off- Egg! – and rolled down the hill and all the way into town, where it landed at the feet of… The Vicar! The Vicar looked down, picked up the…

The Stuff That Stuck

Over the last few posts, I have been attempting to convey how and when the invisible cloud began to lift; how I went from one pretty dark year or so, to the light I increasingly sense now, with little more than a retreat in between. There are some big, obvious factors in this; namely, our…

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…

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…