It was the harvest festival service at the Church this morning.
Chris left the house at 10am to go. I woke after just one hour's sleep at 10.15 when, John the next door neighbour started chipping away at some masonry on his cottage wall.
With a sigh I took the dogs out and as I returned I bumped into Auntie Gladys leaving the Church with Stan (Husband of Kit who is famous for making knitted slippers!)
Gladys has recently had eye surgery which must have worked wonders as she has recently increased her scone output to record levels..
I have been requested to drop by later, to collect a scone package!
Apparently the Church was full as parishioners from the two villages of Dyserth and Cwm attended the service, so I was glad I had given the carpets a good hoovering on Thursday morning.
There is nothing worse than letting the side down in front of other congregations.
I must say that the Church did look impressive for the harvest service, with food adorning every window and every available nook and cranny....
I asked Chris what he thought about it all.... and he agreed that everything looked rather splendid and beautifully laid out
"There was ONE thing I wasn't sure about!" he finally added
"I wasn't sure about the pot noodle on the font!"
A Cracking Line if ever I heard one