The Journey to The Crucible
Dec. 8th, 2014 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smallhobbitAs promised in my last post this is the story as to why, and how, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonlightmead and I got to see The Crucible in Gloucester Quays.
Originally I'd booked tickets for SM and myself to go, but then SM got a better offer. To be exact he was invited to join a musical group who were performing a concert that evening. It was an opportunity he didn't want to turn down and I encouraged him to go for it. Which left me with a spare ticket, for which I couldn't find any potential recipients. But that was okay since I had been prepared to go by myself in the first place, and SM had paid me for the ticket.
Until Mead posted on her LJ that she was debating about going and I said she was welcome to my spare ticket if she wanted it. So, after some consultation of railway timetables, and allowance being made for diversions, sheep on the line etc, we arranged that I would pick her up from the station after Family Service at St Margaret's - which I was helping with. And all went well, the train was on time, I arrived shortly after Mead did. And then I realised that I no longer had my handbag. Which contained the cinema tickets - as well as my purse, but the tickets were essential.
There was no point in going back to St Margaret's, because it's a small village church and would be locked up. So I dragged Mead to the larger church in the benefice, where, I reasoned, there would still be someone available. The vicar was there and let me borrow the keys.
At this point I need to point out that next year is the 700th anniversary of the dedication of St Margaret's - and that is because the Bishop of Worcester decided that all churches which did not have a record of the dedication needed doing again. So the church predates 1215. The main key therefore is a good foot long and very impressive. It worked, hooray, we made our way in, hooray, my handbag wasn't there, boo.
Fortunately, we may worship in ancient churches, but we also use modern technology. The person who had my handbag had sent me an email, which I picked up on my phone. Doubly fortunately my phone was in my pocket, not in my handbag. So off we went to retrieve it, before returning the key to the vicar.
So, having taken Mead on a trip round the southern parts of Gloucester, we then headed off to the Quays (it was, as she said, a day for keys), and lunch, where we had cocktails. Special festive cocktails for which a donation of 50p was made, somewhat ironically, to the Salvation Army for every cocktail.
moonlightmead and I got to see The Crucible in Gloucester Quays.Originally I'd booked tickets for SM and myself to go, but then SM got a better offer. To be exact he was invited to join a musical group who were performing a concert that evening. It was an opportunity he didn't want to turn down and I encouraged him to go for it. Which left me with a spare ticket, for which I couldn't find any potential recipients. But that was okay since I had been prepared to go by myself in the first place, and SM had paid me for the ticket.
Until Mead posted on her LJ that she was debating about going and I said she was welcome to my spare ticket if she wanted it. So, after some consultation of railway timetables, and allowance being made for diversions, sheep on the line etc, we arranged that I would pick her up from the station after Family Service at St Margaret's - which I was helping with. And all went well, the train was on time, I arrived shortly after Mead did. And then I realised that I no longer had my handbag. Which contained the cinema tickets - as well as my purse, but the tickets were essential.
There was no point in going back to St Margaret's, because it's a small village church and would be locked up. So I dragged Mead to the larger church in the benefice, where, I reasoned, there would still be someone available. The vicar was there and let me borrow the keys.
At this point I need to point out that next year is the 700th anniversary of the dedication of St Margaret's - and that is because the Bishop of Worcester decided that all churches which did not have a record of the dedication needed doing again. So the church predates 1215. The main key therefore is a good foot long and very impressive. It worked, hooray, we made our way in, hooray, my handbag wasn't there, boo.
Fortunately, we may worship in ancient churches, but we also use modern technology. The person who had my handbag had sent me an email, which I picked up on my phone. Doubly fortunately my phone was in my pocket, not in my handbag. So off we went to retrieve it, before returning the key to the vicar.
So, having taken Mead on a trip round the southern parts of Gloucester, we then headed off to the Quays (it was, as she said, a day for keys), and lunch, where we had cocktails. Special festive cocktails for which a donation of 50p was made, somewhat ironically, to the Salvation Army for every cocktail.
