Up to something

I'm reckoning Young Keith is up to something.

I refer to when I just tuned in to the MootCam to see what's going on in the Moot House for Pouring Out of Beakers. And my suspicion is that he's feeding an old recording down the wires to me.

Call it an understanding of Keith's ingenious, devious and yet slightly non-bright personality. Call it my naturally suspicious nature. But watching the service for Filling up of Beakers, it was pretty obvious.

I guess that it was the fact that I was leading the ceremony that gave it away, almost immediately.

Fire sprinklers to Warp...

The Virtual Daily Office

It's a fantastic thing, technology.

Up first thing this morning and connected in to the Moot House to discover that Hnaef had replaced Pouring out of Beakers with his Church of England Morning Prayer. I had to override the controls of the music system again and pump some Barclay James Harvest into the Moot House, to remind them all what they were supposed to be doing.

That's two services running. No wonder he was late for what I thought was going to be "Filling up of Beakers" yesterday. Mind you, knowing Hnaef he probably thought it was "Pouring out" last night. At this rate those Beakers are never going to get poured out or filled up.

I've told Hnaef before. I'm not personally opposed to his Anglicanism. But he has to keep quiet about it, and not foist it on others. Some find it quite offensive.

Really letting go

I'm enjoying a quiet first evening in. And thanks to Mr and Mrs Voss's excellent Wi-Fi I have superb access to the Internet.

Which means I'm able to monitor the web-cams back at the Community. They were thirty seconds late starting Filling up of Beakers this evening. There's an email already on its way to Hnaef.

Stonehenge

There's nothing like a quiet, uneventful drive to allow your mind to kick off its shoes, have a pause and a break and do some real thinking.

And the good news is that apart from the hour I spent on the carphone to Daphne Hnaef, ensuring the worship for tomorrow's going to be OK, and the hour I spent talking to Burton Dasset, going through all the things he'd done during the hour I'd been talking to Daphne, I was able to relax and enjoy the country roads. I always prefer to drive down country roads. They're so much more interesting - more Beaker all round - than the motorways. And they give you longer to check up on what's going on back in Husborne Crawley.

Still, a quiet little stop off here for the annual visit, and I'll be ready to knock the last hour or so on the head and get down to proper Wessex.That just gives me time to check things are OK with Hnaef.