Third Sunday in Advent

 

Sunday ( again),

 

Almost the start of another week, a busy week for sure, the lead up to Christmas. Like you, I will be trying to squeeze everything into four days so that Friday I can relax at work and finish the week at lunchtime with a Festive Drink. ( Fingers crossed.  )

 

Christmas celebrations started on Friday night for me.  It was a gathering of people from Work...I had to attend. The organising got a little frantic. For reasons unknown to me, it was decided to host the event at a Social Club deep in the heart of the Black Country. For a start it's like stepping back in time 50 years. The clothes, the customs, the buildings. My God, they even have their own language! Scientists say it's just a dialect, believe me, it's a different language! Rather than ask for drinks, folk were pointing and smiling, holding up fingers to indicate the numbers of drinks required.

 

It was an excellent night. Guaged on the hangover the next day ... A MOST excellent night. Saturday was yet another Christmas function, unsurprisingly Bev declared me as the Nominated Driver. I was good. Soft drinks only and a taxi driver for all. I feel my pennance is paid.

 

It's the third Sunday in Advent. I walked Jake in fields white with frost as Church Bells called the community to Prayers. Churches in Sedgley and Wombourne in competition with the  Penn Peal, rang the changes and made the walk most pleasant. We met Nobby, a white Fox Terrier. Nobby haunts the lanes on his own while his owner tends horses and drinks tea in the stables. Nobby will follow Jake to the ends of the earth. I have to look for his owner to call him back while we walk home and get ready for Church ourselves.

 

The Congregation is a little thin on the ground. A few hangovers from Saturday Christmas Parties I bet. I know how they feel. The Church is decorated. Holly, Ivy, there are Chrysanthemums in yellow orange and red. A huge decorated tree takes up half of the Altar space and the Crib has pride of place at the Altar Rail.

 

Back at home it's back to domestics. A trip to the Dump. Bev tells me that we have a leak in the hot water tank.   I'm waiting for a plumber. Enjoy the week ahead.