Today started off with me going downstairs, getting the washing up done from last night (thankfully I was able to clean the blackened pan a treat), having breakfast (tomatoes on toast – grilled rather than fried, which I’m sure is a good thing), and watching While you were sleeping, which I Sky+d last night having enjoyed Miss Congeniality and Two Weeks Notice. I’ve now come to the conclusion that I quite like Sandra Bullock as, all other considerations aside, she’s rather pretty. (She’s also, as far as I can tell, a good actress.) And it was a good film too. IMO.
I did a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, but eventually decided to stick with my commitment of going to a church service somewhere, anywhere, and decided to go with what I’d worked out earlier in the week, of going to Hemel Hempstead Methodist Church. There’s really four factors going on which lead me to feel that it might be that I’ve made the right choice for it being potentially somewhere to stay:
- The fact that it’s a Methodist church, meaning we’re guaranteed a pretty good standard of teaching;
- The fact that there are some evening fellowship groups and/or Bible studies. Also, a singers group that Sarah might be able to join.
- The fact that the building is pleasantly roomy and airy (although it’s going to be demolished next year and a new one built in its place; during the interim Sunday meetings will be held at a site in the town centre, which is apparently fairly typical late 19th century. Well, as that’s what I’m used to in terms of Raynes Park, I’ve no fundamental objections to that.
- Before going, I said a little arrow prayer, broadly to the effect of if whoever was preaching today talked about local preacher training, I’d regard that as God calling me back into that. And the preacher did, indeed, talk about that. Even mentioned the fact that she’s doing the Faith & Worship course. Also, in a couple of sermons that were basically about the Holy Spirit, she mentioned the fact that the Holy Spirit, essentially, enables us to be who God made us to be. Which is very much my constant prayer. Um. I think I’m going back in, although obviously I’d like Sarah to make her own mind up. We’ll see how it goes.
Anyway, after the service I had a chat to a guy called Jeremy (or it could have been Jeffrey; I’m so bad at remembering things…) whose granddaughter is being baptized next week (the one negative about Methodism being that they do infant baptism; on the other hand, there are so many positives that I’m not sure I’d hold that against them), and then pootled back home. I’d fuelled up the car on the way to Hemel (well, just with a tenner’s worth of fuel – the rest can wait until I get paid tomorrow), just as it was showing “fuel low,” so I timed that about right!
Back home, Rita had prepared some pork, potatoes, sweet corn and peas, which was very nice but rather over filling, at least for me and Rita – Sarah managed to wolf it all down!!! Later in the day, Sarah and I had a chat about how Rita’s not entirely happy about me cooking for myself – she’d prefer to cook for me. To be honest, I don’t really understand why it’s such an issue, but I – rather reluctantly – agreed that in future I’ll give Rita a list of what I’m having on any given day and, on weekday evenings at least, she’ll cook for me. That will feel strange. Mind you, at least it means I’ll probably have eaten by about 7:30pm.
That aside, it was a fairly leisurely afternoon and evening, and Sarah and I got to bed at about 10:00pm. All ready for whatever the week ahead has to throw at us!