Took my three youngest offspring to church this morning to help in the deep-clean-because-the-bishop-is-coming-cleaning. I'm telling you...it couldn't get any more like Mitford. I'm not kidding. Told Gary last night that I've always had a secret longing to polish pews in church. Have read too many English novels set in a village with an Anglican church holding sway, I guess. Some of the women had already begun cleaning the altar brass, etc. when we got there, and not sure if they polished the pews----it's really not necessary, but is an indulgent act. Most wood is treated so that it stays nice all the time. I might ask if I can sometime anyhow. Imagine the scent on Sunday mornings. Older churches do lay on the charm. I did get to vacuum everything though. And was asked to arrange the altar flowers which, I admit, gave me the big head. Roses and more roses.
We were so exhausted after about 3 hard hours of work and still had to go to the grocery store. To say we were delighted to get home is an understatement. And to beat all, Daisy the pug had begun with her seasonal cough while we were gone. It's so much like a small child with the croup, and I did go into the bathroom with steam from the shower for her. I'm thinking that the one with the fork-ed tongue was trying to mess up my weekend. NO. Gave Daisy her medicine, took authority and we're napping now. She's tired of coughing and I'm just tired. But it's a good tired.
Chicken is simmering for chicken and dumplings and middle daughter just mixed up two pans of Magic Cookie Bars to take tomorrow. Okay, so only one pan will go. Gary asked for one to stay home, as he should.
Hope you're all well. Take care.
(clickable pinterest photo with recipe)
