Here’s today’s poem:
There’s an awful lot
in the early church
so it’s obvious
would never have suited me
Church today was okay – quite a good sermon about relationships really – but we had one of those horrid dirge-like hymns I can’t stand for the third hymn. Groan. Way too many verses in “Lord Jesus Christ, You have come to us” for my liking and there’s no plotline to it, Carruthers. Dull, dull, dull – as Craig Revel-Horwood would say. Mind you, I had fun watching the server attempting to subtly fish a fly out of the communion cup with his special holy napkin before we all queued up for the extra protein today. Never mind swine flu – what about fly flu, eh? When it was my turn, I made a quick inspection to see if it was still there and took a sip between terrifyingly closed lips just in case. Ah, the pains and perils of church indeed. Talking of which, I have cracked and put Lord H’s and my names down for coffee rota duties towards the end of November. I hope it won’t be the slippery slope of commitment. Lord knows I don’t want to go there again. Though I’m determined to start the Cake Wars – our cake offering will have to set a new standard that the following rota person won’t be able to keep up with, and then with any luck they won’t ask us again. Aha!
Oh and further communion confusion has sadly arisen as our female vicar decided to say everyone’s names while giving us the bread today. Now, the First Thing they should teach you in Vicar School isnever to do that, as a terrible error will no doubt ensue. Which it did – as the server who was following on with the wine (plus dead fly …) didn’t quite hear what she called Lord H and so decided to say in ringing tones, “The Blood of Christ, Peter” when Lord H came to the wine. Lord H (whose name isn’t Peter, by the way) wonders if he is now taking communion on behalf of another person called Peter along the lines of ancient orthodox tradition, or if he is simply doomed always to be known as Peter in this particular church. He’s also wondering whether he should take Mexican nationality and change his name to Jesus, because then the server could say with confidence and some theological accuracy, “The Blood of Christ, Jesus”. Ah, decisions, decisions. Really, I’d much rather be known as Algernon and Fatima, as I’ve always wanted to hear the words, “The Blood of Christ, Fatima” said in church. Alas, I may have to wait some time.
Meanwhile, I’m getting on with the edits for The Hit List, which is turning out to be more strongly romantic and with less described sex than I’d anticipated. Something of a surprise then, but I have to do what the characters say and they know best. If only I’d listened to them both in the first place, The Hit List might have been rather better rather sooner. Still, at least there’s some hope now that I’ll get it to where I want it to be. One day.
I’ve also asked the lovely Penelope Cline for a new cover for Pink Champagne and Apple Juice in preparation for self-publishing it in paperback via Lulu. Penelope did the fantastic covers for A Dangerous Man and Thorn in the Flesh – so I’m very much looking forward to seeing what she will come up with. Thanks, Penelope!
Finally on the book front, I’m pleased to say that The Bones of Summer appears in the lists for the new Rainbow Awards for Mystery/Thriller Fiction – under List 4, and might even have garnered one or two votes already – so thank you for that indeed! There are some good books there so do pop along and have a browse. You can even add your own choices if you can’t find anything you like.
Tonight, I’ll be videoing the first part of Emma on TV, as there’s something on about Pompeii on the other side, so we really must watch that. Ooh, and I caught up with a double bill of Ugly Betty this afternoon, hurrah! Here’s this week’s haiku:
Trio of balloons
sets the sky afloat: blue-grey
messengers of dusk.
Today’s nice things:
3. Editing The Hit List
4. New Champers cover
5. The Bones of Summer award listing