So, this is new.
I was thinking this is my chance to take it easy. Take a back seat. Stop having to lead all the time. Take time out to think, to breathe, to relax. As the signs say if you head over into Northants, “Let yourself grow”.
I went into the local church – St Mary’s, Great Tremlett – this morning. Nice little Anglican communion, it was. Afterwards, there was no chance to talk to Mr Browne, the rector. Oh no. he went off like a bat out of heaven to get to his next service.
But I got talking to Mrs Proudie, the welcomer. And what a welcomer she is. I told her that I was a semi-famous blogger and spiritual leader, looking for a period of rest and relaxation. No ties, no commitments, no responsibilities – just me in my little house, with the remaining bee population of the country buzzing in the rosemary, and a time to reflect and draw near to God.
So I’ve only been appointed onto the fundraising committee, the Mothers’ Union, the hymn-choosing committee and, rather foolishly, I agreed to run the benefice website. Thank goodness I didn’t tell her I was keen to get involved.
I didn’t realise that I’d be working quite so much from scratch. The old website consisted of potted histories of the churches that stopped in the inter-war period, and had clearly been scanned off old visitors’ leaflets. So I’ve phoned Reverend Nathan today and said, I’ll do it for him. But I’m doing it my way. Sure, I’ll advertise his fetes, and the “whose sheep looks most like Ed Miliband” competition. But I’ll also treat this as a proper blog – tell you about my adventures in discovering these new villages and the frankly rather scary people that seem to inhabit them.
But that’s all going to have to wait for another time. Apparently it’s time for the fund-raising committee. I didn’t realise my sabbatical was going to take up so much of my time.