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…

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…