A real Ramble!

So what was my purchase?

Well, it was a boot scooter!

Having said I would never have one, grumbled about people racing along the streets of Ollerton on one, I had to put aside my silly prejustice and eat some humble pie.

I decided, aided by family and friends who thought it was a good idea, to buy a mobile (boot) scooter. Much research went into this - it had to be big enough to carry me, and not make me look like a performing elephant at the circus, yet it had to be small enough to take apart and put into the boot of the car. It is not one of those big ones that takes you almost anywhere, but a compact one for days out on the car - after all I am still driving!

Well I/we have had great fun.

So far I have had 3 accidents on it - in the model bus department of the model shop at Meadowhall, which has resulted in a scratch on it, an accident in a lift when I banged into the door at quite a great speed, and the time when I almost run Sue over! That prompted a response as you might expect!

Last Friday I went to the auctions - Charles Hanson's auction house (my Bargain Hunt expert) with my friend of over 45 years Bernard. It was a super day, and I could sit all day, every day, as long as funds allow!!!

We arrived into a fairly full auction room, with my wheelchair, and were immediately shown to a prime place right at the front, and in the centre - just under the nose of the auctioneer who was using an old pulpit as his rostrum.

My hand went up for three different lots - the first I have to admit, by mistake - I really must learn to sit still. I don't really know what happened, but Charles had seen my hand move and then looked at me - I wasn't quite certain whether he was looking at me, but it soon became clear he was, and I nodded my head, and now own a set of nursery rhyme Royal Dalton plates, which I managed to leave in Bernard's car.

My other two purchases were 2 lots of two teapots, which I bought for Mark as he collects them.

A great step forward happened last Sunday when I drove myself, a round trip of 20 miles, to Hucknall Church, where Kathryn is team Rector. It was a lovely service, and I saw there for the first time similarities with churches where I have been incumbent - similarities in the stresses, petty squabbles, let downs, successes, glimpses of God, and the love shared and showed in most of the congregation. The joys of being a Vicar! I plan to go again this week and on Easter Day as I really do feel at home there, as indeed I do at Rainworth Church, but it is always more difficult when you were the last Vicar!

Since I last posted on my blog, we have a new Pope and a new Archbishop of Canterbury. From my initial observations and reading, I think they are both super men, who will both do well for their respective churches and more importantly for the wider Christian Faith, but I did find the Canterbury service a bit long, traditional, and dare I say a tadge boring. I am not sure what it said to those who were searching, although I do suspect actually being there would have been an awesome experience.

Well, almost there, and this time I seem to have been all over the place - a real ramble!

A bit like me on my new scooter. It is wonderful having freedom, and once being released, able to go almost anywhere I want to.

On Monday we enter Holy Week - the holiest time in the Church's calander. I intend to blog a bit more, and in a less rambling way. Have a great week, have a though proving Good Friday, have an ecstatic Easter!