I tell you, this Manly Worship thing is doing my head at the moment. Straight after this morning's Pouring Out of Beakers all the men in the community headed out for an "adventure" on Aspley Heath. Not one was back by "Lauds at Lunch", our outreach where we turn the monastic timetable on its head in a "Cafe Church" kind of concept.
Half an hour ago I decided enough was enough and sent Charlii off to find them. They were in the woods, frozen with fear, having been "cornered by a squirrel". Of course what made it worse was that, having been entertaining the "Little Pebbles" playgroup, Charlii was dressed up as a giant badger.
Marston's run screaming and is lost in the depths of the wood now. Burton's been dropped off back at the Great House and he's in the Recovery Position. I'm not sure whether it's smelling salts, a slap round the face or a bucket of water over the head he needs to bring him round. I suspect all three.
Half an hour ago I decided enough was enough and sent Charlii off to find them. They were in the woods, frozen with fear, having been "cornered by a squirrel". Of course what made it worse was that, having been entertaining the "Little Pebbles" playgroup, Charlii was dressed up as a giant badger.
Marston's run screaming and is lost in the depths of the wood now. Burton's been dropped off back at the Great House and he's in the Recovery Position. I'm not sure whether it's smelling salts, a slap round the face or a bucket of water over the head he needs to bring him round. I suspect all three.
I suppose the manly thing to do would be to chuck a pint of Real Ale over his head, but it would be such a waste.
ReplyDeleteNot one of those "cafeteria druids" are you Eileen? ;)
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