Clergy WAGS: What Not To Wear!

** Apologies for the sexist title, but as the female wife of a male curate I can only write what I know. However, if any CHAB’s want to give their insight I’ll happily read and share! ** Well, our first week on the other side is well and truly underway. As we approach the weekend, however,…

The Main Event

So… Husband is ordained! Hoorah!  He wore the dress, said yes, got blessed and… Well, how on earth do I sum up the rest?! The Rest… Hmmm… Maybe a little background! See. I’m not, by any stretch of the imagination, an Anglican by tradition. I became a Christian at sixteen, after a lot of preliminary…

It’s Weird… But I Get It

So tonight is my last night as a non-Vicar’s wife.  Tucked up in bed at 9.30pm, challenging myself to write a few thoughts in half an hour (yeah right!) before the madness begins… I wonder if there’s some kind of rite of passage that I’m missing out on here? Like, should I be baking space cakes…

Not Like This…

In my previous post, (now removed after three people spoke to me and I felt Blogger’s Shame!)… I asked how on earth do we get to know the neighbours in a place like Pleasantville?! Well… Picking some toys up in the garden today, I looked up and noticed this glorious unpacking malfunction! Boris. My extremely life-like Baby…

On the Road

Well, that’s it. We are in transit. There’s been tears, tantrums and uncontrollable sobbing… but I’m sure Husband will calm down eventually! Nah. In all seriousness, this is our sixth house move in almost eight years of marriage; and it has, so far, been the easiest (practically) to date. This is largely down to: The…

Temporary Perks

As a disclaimer: this post will be pure, graphic, toilet humour. If you don’t like that- or are one of those people who purport that girls only poo rose petals and kitten fur; I suggest you stop reading now.

The Bare Liminal

A few weeks ago, I wrote a Guest Blog for my friend Alice at Me Set Free. It’s a bit of an historical one, but it really explains quite a lot; both about this old clay jar business, and about how I’m feeling right now.

Living the Dream

In March 2012, in the midst of dark, dreary hard work and apparent infertility, I drew a picture. In this picture, Husband and I walked along the river bank of the city in which we now live; pushing a pram and chatting to my parents, who are local to it. Above the picture, I wrote…

One Christmas

I remember my first ever Christmas away from the family home. I was 18 years old and my new, would-be-forever friend and I were on our northern, shoe string version of a gap-yah in the Far East; excited but devastated to be doing something so grown-up as spending Christmas on our own. Naturally, we had…

Curacy Bites

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet our new churches today. It’s weird isn’t it? Like I’m nervous, but it’s already sorted, so… I dunno…” “Yeah. Is this lipstick too much?” “No, it’s hot. It’s just that first impressions make me nervous you know?” “Hot? Like too hot for a Vicar’s wife?” “I thought you…

The Football Analogy

It’s no secret, to those who know us, that Husband struggles with certain aspects of the English language. What is not so commonly acknowledged, however, is his flawless fluency in another: football. I mean, I’m not just talking conversational football here (you know, commonly used referee insults and how to order a cup of Bovril);…

Great Expectations 

When our daughter was born, I was more than ready to finish work. So it was a terrific surprise when unemployment turned out to be so hard to adjust to. Not because I missed the workload or the pressure, by any stretch of the imagination; but because I am what John Ortberg calls an approval addict; I care what…