Helter-skelter Sunday

Our morning service is at 10h30. I do some of the setup so we normally aim to arrive by 10, whether I am preaching or not. Yesterday there was extra setup to do so we arrived for 9h30. Due to various factors, such as the need to kiss everyone before and after the service and the fact that après-culte is the main opportunity for talking with each other, it is not unusual to leave the building at 13h30 and get home at about 2.

Yesterday friend j-p was ill so I stood in for him preaching at Blaye. We leave the house at 3 to get there for 4, so it was a hasty chicken dinner, a quick session adapting the morning's order of service, a high-speed print-fest and hit the road running. The GPS helps in enabling you to drive as fast as possible while warning you if you break the limit.

It was great to be preaching at Blaye and we enjoyed our leisurely drive home, leaving the building at 5h30 and dawdling through the vineyards.

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