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…

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 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,…

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…

Ecclesiastically Speaking…

Two are better off than one, because two have four knees between them. And four knees between three kids feels like alot of knees. Which is nice. Two are better off than one, because if Three and Four start fighting, then we can just divide and conquer. Two are better off than one because One…

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…