This week on Wednesday we welcome our new incumbent at St Mary's.
Looking at my less than sparkling surplice and stock I took them home to give them the rare treat of a bleach, wash and iron in honour of this event.
Getting into the taxi this morning, plastic covered 'whites' carefully placed on the seat I thought. "Lovely, the white will blind everyone".
Scrambling awkwardly out of the taxi the hanger shed its load which slithered out of the plastic into a most fetching heap in the road.
Mildly annoyed I gathered it up and was pleased to find no marks on it, proceeded to robe and get myself ready to process with the rest of the choir at 10.00 am.
Aware that I had the honour of the first reading I paid less than usual attention to my progress clutching black folder and hymn books and got down to the front of the aisle. The hand microphone slipped off its perch and full of bravado I made a grab for it, missed slipped and wound up on my back in the middle of the aisle.
Half a dozen concerned faces surrounded me as I lay like a stag beetle on my back unable to get up, this was instantly followed by dozens of hands hauling me to my feet.
Shaken and shaking I stumbled to my place in the choir stalls and proceeded to shed papers in all directions. Singing along with the choir hands shaking, face red and all dignity lost for ever I reflected that really it had been a waste of time laundering my robes since i was clearly destined to destroy all my good work.
A lesson there for me I think.
By the way, I'm told the reading was fine.