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March 8th, 2009
06:09 pm - "the wind appeared to hit the house- swoosh- like some mighty animal r-r-rumbled over the chimney"
Weirdest Mass Ever, and the most shambolic since the incident with the youths throwing a brick through the window.
First to set the scene. Chloe and I are serving. Fr Michael (yay!) doing the Mass.
A large old paschal candle has appeared in front of the lectern, as part of some sort of prayer-month thing in which each parish has it for a week or two and then it moves on. It came up from St Pius X on the flimsiest stand imaginable more suited to a violent t-light than a big fat eff-off of a candle like this. But we haven't got any low stands and so Busy Mary informs me, and has me tell Chloe, that we must tread very carefully when near it in case it might fall over.
In the middle of the gospel, the lights blow out.
When we go to the offertory procession I suddenly realise that the children will be coming up and always sit on the left side of the altar near where this perilous candle lives so conduct a hurried whispered conference to the lay people behind me warning them to watch the candle. They do so admirably and inwardly I think when the Sign of Peace came and the children toddled back to their families, we all felt somewhat relieved.
The Eucharistic Ministers came up, we sang the Agnus Dei Chloe & I kneel, along with the congregation.
There is a THUNK.
Busy Mary (who is standing up being a Eucharistic Minister) and I race from our positions to the candle. Which has toppled entirely, splattering the carpet with wax and wick but thankfully not set it alight. We move the candle off the altar and return to our places.
(lmao, it was too good to hope that it would hold out!)
Then just as we were leaving the heaven's opened and we had rain, then hail until we got to Nanny's. Then it went sunny. Then we had gale force winds.
Fr Michael must have wondered if it was something he'd said! lol.
I have to say I'm not bubbling with enthusiasm for the coming week. I'm going to be dashing about until Thursday at the earliest, which is never a comfortable situation. I've still not finished the first of my scripts, I'm up to the Great Revelatory Moment In Which Secrets Are Revealed....and I can't think of how to do it. It'll need a total rewrite anyway because my dialogue during the argument scene is stilted at best and idiotic at worst. Still I'm determined to finish the first draft entirely before re-writing. To do otherwise will lead to madness and not finishing a damned thing.
Time has escaped me this afternoon, entirely. So I'm going to trog off now in the hopes of finishing my book and writing some correspondance, which I try to do on Sundays, before coming back for a bit of a play and to work on the bloody script!
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