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!…

Clergy WAGS: What Not To Wear!

** Apologies for the sexist title, but as the female wife of a male curate I can only write what I know. However, if any CHAB’s want to give their insight I’ll happily read and share! ** Well, our first week on the other side is well and truly underway. As we approach the weekend, however,…

The Main Event

So… Husband is ordained! Hoorah!  He wore the dress, said yes, got blessed and… Well, how on earth do I sum up the rest?! The Rest… Hmmm… Maybe a little background! See. I’m not, by any stretch of the imagination, an Anglican by tradition. I became a Christian at sixteen, after a lot of preliminary…

It’s Weird… But I Get It

So tonight is my last night as a non-Vicar’s wife.  Tucked up in bed at 9.30pm, challenging myself to write a few thoughts in half an hour (yeah right!) before the madness begins… I wonder if there’s some kind of rite of passage that I’m missing out on here? Like, should I be baking space cakes…

Temporary Perks

As a disclaimer: this post will be pure, graphic, toilet humour. If you don’t like that- or are one of those people who purport that girls only poo rose petals and kitten fur; I suggest you stop reading now.

The Bare Liminal

A few weeks ago, I wrote a Guest Blog for my friend Alice at Me Set Free. It’s a bit of an historical one, but it really explains quite a lot; both about this old clay jar business, and about how I’m feeling right now.

The Football Analogy

It’s no secret, to those who know us, that Husband struggles with certain aspects of the English language. What is not so commonly acknowledged, however, is his flawless fluency in another: football. I mean, I’m not just talking conversational football here (you know, commonly used referee insults and how to order a cup of Bovril);…