Another of those mornings when I wonder What is work? when one is retired. However, to be honest most of this morning’s telephone calls does qualify as work. It reminded me of how much there was to be done behind the scenes. Things that the parish never really saw. It takes an age to open and deal with mail, email and to return telephone calls. I was out yesterday afternoon and when I came home there was a pile of messages. Him Behind the Wheel had even taken to writing them in the old-style message book from my last parish. And all because I am doing a small job for Presbytery. (Our admin body locally in the Church of Scotland)
How does it all make me feel? Well……it is gratifying to discover I can still be an organiser, but it is salutory to discover that I shall be relieved when lunchtime arrives. Mind you, wasn’t it always like that?