My post-festive break continues.
I've taken to checking my emails just in case an emergency comes up. I don't know why it should. Nothing ever has.
I thought I'd walk round in case anyone needed spiritual guidance. But everyone taps the side of their noses to show they know the rules, and talks to me about football. Which, given Liverpool's position in the league, isn't so bad. But nobody wants to share any crises with me.
I'm starting to realise why vicars in the Church of England never really retire - just keep coming back in increasingly lower-paid roles.
Maybe I could reorganise the Beaker Common Prayer books in the Moot House.
That's not really work, is it?
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