It was a bitter January day.
The snow lay thick on the ground, and driving was impossible.
But nonetheless, I had to reach the Cathedral, where I was supposed to be singing Evensong.
For reasons best known to myself, I set out to walk there already wearing my cassock, - and the heavy black wool was soon wet and weighty with melted snow.
The drifts were so deep that I decided my best route was along the garden walls of the houses that lined my route.
It was slippery and hazardous, but I seemed to be doing alright until, as I moved from one garden to another, a woman burst out of the Fisher Price play house that was clearly her home and shouted
"Get OFF my wall! I'm not having any s***ing vicar walking along my wall.......Who do you think you are?"
I protested that I was already very late, and would definitely not reach the Cathedral if I had to retrace my steps...and which point she responded (in a voice that reminded me strongly of my junior school Maths teacher)
"You should have thought of that sooner......"
And then, to my relief, I woke up - and lo, it was Sunday morning.All of which suggests that going to sleep uncertain about those things which I have not done is a recipe for an uneasy night...Small wonder that I forgot to take my sermon with me to Church in the Valley, and found myself preaching from my Nokia, reading direct from this blog.