I read some sad news on
Facebook; St Helen's Methodist church in Hastings is closing down.
Whilst this is a matter of indifference to most of humainty it really
is the end of an era for me. I first went to the place in the spring
of 1975 when a friend took me to the Boys Brigade company which met
there. That place then became (effectively) the centre of my
universe for the next nine years. I met so many friends there; we had
so many adventures. At the time our Boys Brigade comany was the envy
of the county. We did so many things; our marching band performed all
over the place, And four of us even got the highest award the Boys
Brigade had to offer; no one in the history of the 8th Hastings had
ever got the Queens Badge before.
I met "er indoors
TM" in that place; we got married there.
The children were christened there. For a while I was even one of the
church stewards (like a deacon in the Church of England).
Mind you I suppose I
should really be surprised the place has lasted so long. The
website for the place says they average eighteen people turning
out every week. I can remember back in the early 1980s being told the
place had running costs of over a hundred pounds per week and that
the weekly collection rarely raised much over forty quid.
I popped the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and we drove down
to Bethersden. Regular readers of this drivel may recall that about
six months ago I hid a series of thirty eight geocaches in a loop
around that village. One of those
caches seemed to have gone missing. Personally I thought it was
still there, but it doesn't hurt to check these things.
Well, these days it
*does* hurt. Moving is becoming more and more painful, but we
went anyway. It was as well tyat we went; it *had* gone. And
it was a rather pretty place to go for a walk anyway even if my dog
did roll in fox poo, eat horse poo, get straw stuck in his throat and
spend five minutes quacking like a duck.
Once home I settled
"Furry Face TM" and went shopping.
I had intended to go into town but instead thought Tesco might do. I
got petrol and the makings of a geocache for tomorrow's mission. I
came back via B&Q where I got a new attachment to stick the
garden hose onto the tap. I only needed a rubber washer but ended up
having to spend ten quid on the entire assembly. I also got some new
cord for the garden strimmer, and then spend an hour strimming and
mowing the lawn. The new strimming cord wasn't very good. I shall
have to get some *really* thick stuff.
With lawn mowed I then
had a spot of lunch whilst watching this week's episode of "Game
of Thrones". "Game of Thrones" has acquired
something of a cult following; it is one of those shows that attracts
the sort of people who take great offence at anything less than
gushing praise being said about it. For myself I find it entertaining
enough. I have heard it described as "Lord of the Rings"
interspersed with soft porn, and in all honesty that is not a bad
description.
Today's installment
passed an entertaining three quarters of an hour. It was only a shame
I didn't really remember who was who and what was what. I really need
to watch the entire lot from the start again.
I spent much of the
afternoon preparing for next week's interview and also organising
something to do at the weekend. Silly ideas don't have themselves you
know.
"er indoors TM"
came home and boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed
as we watched "Bake Off". We had a bottle of plonk
too...
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