Dancing with the enemy.

When you were at school, was there always one child that no one wanted to pick for their team in Games/P.E? Well that was me, I was the skinny girl , ( I was skinny, hard to beleive it now!), who was always left standing alone,  I couldn’t catch a ball, I had two left feet and gymnastics was a mystery, that  my body just couldn’t co-ordinate itself to do. . My manly Games mistress sighed everytime I tried,and I was usually relegated to the netball court/tennis court/hockey pitch that was furthest away. I grew up with a dread of any kind of physical exercise.  My overweight friends had an excuse when they ploughed into the “horse” rather than jumping over it, I just couldn’t get  everything in the right place to give it a go, and my teacher got more and more annoyed.

I could cycle and run but they were not included in the curriculum. It was my children who taught me to catch a ball, and a nursing colleague to play tennis. As I grew older I found that it was mainly fear that had been instilled in me by the teaching staff that prevented me from doing any thing physical. Why am I reminiscing abut my lack of sporting aheivement? Well, in church on Sunday, one of our organists said that she was teaching a dance class once a week and was I interested, immediately that feeling of fear hit my stomach, and loads of excuses came to mind, but I thought no, get yourself together girl and give it a go!

So yesterday I cycled up to the next village with some trepidation and joined in. The Rev. always tells people that  his wife is not a “joiner”, and normally I’m not.”. Well two hours later ,with patient tuition, I had learnt two waltzes and a foxtrot, AND, I throughly enjoyed it. I felt rather ungainly, I still have no rhythm and I’m a bit heavy footed but noone minded! I cycled the 9 miles home in pouring rain, but it was worth it.

Another plus was, that every church has that over sensitive body who takes umbridge at nearly everything and leaves the congregation regularly when things aren’t quite the way they want. It causes an atmosphere and some unpleasantness. When I saw this person come in to the class, I was worried about   their reaction towards me. As the Ministers wife I was the “enemy” too. But we spent two hours dancing together, and didn’t mention the sticky subjects,and by the end I had been offered a lift for next weeks’ class. and we had laughed and had coffee together, so don’t just be nice to your enemies in an attempt to ” pour hot coals on their heads”, dance with them! 

Do you want a lift?

It is rare ,when the Rev. is away ,that I get offered a lift to church. As my friends’ husband was taking the service today, they offered to pick me up from the main road.
I walked through the Glen listening to the birds chirping, lambs frollicking in the fields, enjoying the quiet. I thought if I stood on the grass at the side of the road ,they would see me ,I could hop in and we could get to the service in plenty of time.
A car approached at some speed and screeched to a halt, it was an Elder and his wife, I declined their offer of a lift ,as Louise was sure to come by soon. Another Elder in his battered landrover,spluttered past, having collected my 91 year old friend from high up on the hillside inaccessible to any other kind of vehicle.. I would have had to climb in the back to get a lift with them,or sit on my elderly friends’ knee, soI felt I should definately wait for Louise.
Time was getting on as the wife of a retired Minister, who married the Rev. and I, pulled up. She drove through a large puddle that soaked me in muddy water from the knees down, and offered another lift. As we were talking, another car pulled in , in front of her, ” Look she said ,your lift has arrived.”, I rushed off and got  in the back of the car, yelling greetings, it took me a couple of minutes to register that this couple were not infact the friends coming to collect me, but another retired Minister and his wife. I ‘m not sure who was most surprised,  especially as I exclaimed , “Oh , you’re not the right people!”.  They had stopped as they thought something must be wrong as the Ministers wife was obviously hitching a lift to church. I got out again, and as they dissapeared up the road to church, my friend arrived ,without her husband, who had suddenly become ill. She had brought the order of service and the sermon in the hope that someone could stand in.

As it happened the Session clerk  took a very enjoyable service using the well planned out notes supplied by the sick Reader.
As they say you wait ages ,then three come along at once.