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That was Low Sunday. Not many came to church. After the service I picked dandelions. I gave the flowers to Ourdert and the leaves to the rabbits.
And I befriended a young man who turned out to have a rather ticklish problem. We brought him home and I found myself ringing round, trying to find him the specialised help he needs. I got somewhere, I think- but the story isn't over yet..
I still struggle against being pulled into church life, but the more I struggle the further the hook goes in. As Ailz points out, I was carrying on yesterday- in taking the young man under my wing- as if I were the bloody vicar.
And I befriended a young man who turned out to have a rather ticklish problem. We brought him home and I found myself ringing round, trying to find him the specialised help he needs. I got somewhere, I think- but the story isn't over yet..
I still struggle against being pulled into church life, but the more I struggle the further the hook goes in. As Ailz points out, I was carrying on yesterday- in taking the young man under my wing- as if I were the bloody vicar.
