to share one rather good Swanwick moment. As I vacated my room for the last time on Thursday, I encountered the Bishop, also heading car-wards. Both of us were carrying assorted belongings. Nothing exceptional in that.
However, mine were positively the last remnants of labyrinth and informal worship...to wit, one bucket containing numerous stones and a towel (left hand) plus roll of wire (over arm) and cutters (right hand).
The Bishop looked at these essential items of a curate's life, and exclaimed, with some alarm
"Good God!" (with the obvious unspoken addendum, "And I ordained her....")
Well, it made me smile as I went on my way