The Graduate

So today is the day that Husband should have set off back to Durham. Ready to don his flat cap and badger with pride, and accept his degree certificate- to a round of applause- with deserving peers beside.  But instead… he’s here with me. His heavily pregnant, dramatically hormonal, sugar-deprived chocoholic and currently insomniac wife; consistently…

A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit D-(Day)

So here it is, Merry Christmas! Husband left the house at eight am on Christmas Eve for back to back services and gatherings; came home for three hours; and then left again, to be back home at 2am. He’ll sleep until the kids wake at 6 and is preaching again tomorrow morning! And you know…

A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit C (H,A,O,S…)

So I noticed a discussion thread amongst some fellow “C-WAGS” this week, about the highs and lows of this first collared Christmas. One of the most common themes seemed to be the loss of routine, sanity and, well… Daddy, amongst those of us at home, in new places, with young children. So… In this vein… Two stories…

House and Home (Work)

So the walk to and from nursery has always been long; but over the last few weeks, it has definitely gotten longer.  And more uphill.  Absolutely, definitely more uphill.  The kids are now big enough to walk part of the way, which is good, but nowhere near big enough to walk the whole way. So,…

Settling In

Are you settled in now, then? That’s the question I think I am most often asked these days, and the one I am finding most difficult to answer. As such, I’ve decided that the question probably needs rephrasing! For example… Does the house you are currently residing in feel like your home, now? Do you know…

Adventures in Catering

So, last night I completed what felt like my first proper Vicar’s Wife Assignment.  We have a Church Plant  (new church gathering for non-church-folks) in the community centre by the school gates every Wednesday tea time. This largely involves games, discussion and a shared meal. So far, I’ve gone along with the kids and enjoyed…

Choices and Changes

So, it’s no secret, (when you’re an external processer with a keyboard and a WordPress, at least…) that the last few weeks have been a struggle. Like a reverse twist on the Green Day classic, I pretty much shrugged my shoulders, threw my hands up and begged, “wake me up, when September comes!” And now, here…

Identity Spice(s)

When I started this blog, I quickly discovered that I wasn’t the only one who felt the need to write about life as a Vicar’s wife. Some fellow bloggers were enthusiastic; others reluctant- or even resentful; and others perhaps a little indifferent. It seems there are all sorts of ways that one can approach this…

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…