I woke up this morning full of cold, bloodshot eyes and red nose. Last nights mascara was somewhere down my cheeks and I could not be bothered to brush my hair. I pulled on my woolly hat, put on my green waterproof dog walking coat that has dog pooh bags hanging out of the pockets (unused I might add) and the remains of the egg that broke in there yesterday. I pull my wellies on that have a bit of straw and hen pooh attached and cover up my old leggings. Then off I go up the garden to let my girls (hens not children) out. It’s pouring with rain and the wind is blowing a gale.
I get soaked, I grumble and totter back around the house to the Manse front door looking a sight, like some old wifey who has just come in from the byres.
I stop dead at the door and lose all power of speech for a few seconds. The most handsome young man I have seen in years is standing in the rain outside my door. The only word that seems to want to come out of my mouth is “Oooooh!”, but I suppress it and invite him in . As he is is wearing a dog collar I assume this is the Rev’s travelling companion to a Chaplains whatnot.
At this point our youngest springer spaniel threatens to cover his immaculate suit in dog hair, so I yell for the Rev. I hide in the kitchen putting the newly laid eggs away, thinking “Why today Lord? why didn’t I at least brush my hair!”.
I get my Rev.organised who is getting his pants in a twist about getting to the airport on time, I point out that it’s 9:15 a.m and the flight leaves after 2pm and they only have to travel for a 2 and a half hour journey to get there.
I see them off ,trying not to stare or drool, O ladies of West Kintyre and Gigha I bet your church attendances have gone up!!! Sigh…..