More Like A Diary Entry Than Most Of My Posts

 The Meeting House is on a side street with little foot passage and we think it safe to leave the doors open and things lying around- only it isn't. Our Friend Maggs had her purse stolen from the lobby yesterday, She and Helen were in the building but engaged alsewhere. We need to issue a warning.

I gave Ministry about how we've neglected the requirement to read snippets from Advices and Queries (or the little red book as I'm told I shouldn't be calling it) during Meeting for worship. When Keith was unofficially running things- in the lean days after covid-  he was punctilious about doing so, but he has withdrawn from leadership- a natural process because his health is failing- and no-one has taken up the baton. This isn't something I feel strongly about  (in fact I'm very happy to neglect the little red book) but felt prompted to say something because others do (by which I mean Ailz gave me a dig in the ribs as the Meeting was starting. I was aware as I was speaking that raising matters like this is what an elder is supposed to do. I would like to be an elder, though "like" is not quite the right word; it's rather that I think I'm a goodish fit for the job and though we have two elders their attendance is erratic- and I'm almost always around. 

A while back we gave Elisa a couple of paintings. She wanted to pay us so we said she could buy us a dinner for each picture- and yesterday she took us out for the second time. I picked a place almost at random- The Grumpy Chef in Seaford- and it turned out to care about what it does. I had a view of the kitchen from where I was sitting and could see the young men working under direction- and very able and purposeful they all looked. Best meal I've had in ages...