Well stripe me pink.
Good heavens. Fancy that, flipping nora and gracious me. Who’dathought it??
So there I was, sounding off on this very blog yesterday, having a fine old rant … and this morning we go, in obedience to a three-line whip, to a clergy day with the New Bish.
And he only got up and said all the things I’ve been saying.
EV-RY-THING … – couldn’t believe my ears. And then some.
Afterwards, I was slated to have a chat with the Assistant Bishop about deacons in this diocese. And you might not be surprised to know that I have some revolutionary ideas… Well, I think so anyway
Halfway through the discussion AB calls in New Bish and tells him to meet me. He explains who I am and tells him I have some rather revolutionary ideas … and when I tell them to NB a big grin spreads over his face and he says ‘you won’t hear me disagreeing with any of that, Gill’.
Two bishops agreeing with me … it’s got to be up there !