Patience... Or Just Exhaustion...

Am I the only person rooting for the bird to get splatted with a paw and eaten...?

Ok. Just me then...

Career Opportunities...

I previously admitted my desire to be a womyn priest, but a traddy one, as polyester tie-dye brings me out in hives. Following news that the Church of England has agreed to appoint womyn as byshops, I have come to the realisation that I have been setting my sights too low.

Upon a brief examination of the copy of Fortescue in the sacristy (seventh edition), I discovered many hitherto unexplored opportunities for the expression of traddy sartorial elegance: I think I'd look pretty stunning in a rochet and cappa. I'm not quite sure how I'd cope with putting on the liturgical stockings and shoes at the throne... 

Having gloves, tunicle, dalmatic & chasuble should certainly help to keep me warm (I have constant battles with Blackfen's MC over exactly how many bars of heater should be switched on) and the crozier will make a handy place to hang my handbag. The deacon and subdeacon pinning on the pallium might be a little bit tricky - I am generously proportioned - but I'm sure I can figure something out...

On second thoughts, after having a look at this lot (courtesy of the very-saved Eccles), perhaps being a womyn byshop isn't all it's cracked up to be...

Learning To Serve...

As I have mentioned before, Jonathan, the Senior MC at Blackfen, likes to get the boys serving at Mass and other events as quickly as possible, and doesn't hesitate to get them doing different jobs.

A favourite job is that of thurifer - something to do with setting fire to charcoal, I think.

Anyway, two of our newest recruits to the serving team have each shown up on Thursday evenings for Rosary & Benediction. The job of MC is a little too ambitious for them both at the moment - Jonathan will probably give it a week or two - and it was very sweet to see thurifers who were almost the same size as the thurible chain...

You can see a few more photos over on Flickr...