No chance of any sleep round here, even after cancelling Pouring Out of Beakers for the fifth day running. Yesterday Burton decided to Pour Out Beakers anyway, without permission. A five-pound block of ice fell out and caught him just behind the steel toe-cap. Causing me to ponder why anyone ever wears safety boots, since all accident forms claim people were hit just behind the steel toe-caps. It's quite uncanny, really.
I've had Drayton Parslow round already this morning, asking if he can erect a tight-rope along the length of St Bogwulf's chapel. Or as he now calls it, Bogwulf Funambulist Baptist Chapel. He's lucky we're not C of E, or it would have been months before he got the answer "no" from English Heritage, the Archdeacon or wherever. Whereas I was able to say "no" straight away. Much more efficient.
Seems Drayton has a new group of followers, but they seem to be even more hopeless than the normal run of Beaker Folk. A group of tight-rope walking Baptists. In the old days the Government would have stepped in with psychological assistance, and they might even have got a grant. Whereas now the State has pulled out of provision for groups like this, and leaves it to small local agencies, churches and charities.
I tell you, David Cameron says it's the Big Society. But I have to ask myself whether we're really just being used as a safety net.
ROTFL! I love the image of tightrope walking Baptists. Revd Parslow you are inspired!
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