I am not, by nature, a particularly nosy person. At least I don't think so. Certainly back in the day when I was a Working Gal, I always seemed to be the very last person among all my colleagues to hear about the latest
Mr B says that writing the Daily Blog almost every day over the last three years has made me nosier than I used to be, given the need to acquire some nugget of interest to write about every
single day. There may be a germ of truth in his accusation though I prefer to say that I have simply refined my natural inquisitiveness. "Nosiness!" mutters Mr B, who always calls a spade a spade.
my delight to be positively invited to indulge my Inner Nosiness. Our new Rector, a mere strip of a lad with all the energy and enthusiasm of Youth, has invited the entire church congregation to come and "Snoop Around The Rectory." Nothing, but nothing, will
be out of bounds. As invitations go, it is quite impossible to resist. There is to be a barbecue! And a bar! Plus we are all requested to bring puddings to share. I had put my name down on the list to provide an apple pie but a few days ago I slashed my thumb
quite badly trying to slice a mini baguette. I don't think I should mix pastry with my plastered thumb. So I buy two packets of Mr Kipling's assorted fruit pies and hope I will be able to slip them onto the dessert table without anyone noticing.
In Church yesterday, Our Host asked us all to pray for good weather. This morning he, I and all the other 154 people who had accepted the kind invitation, awoke to grey and threatening skies. Nevertheless I set off along
the road at the appointed time, leaving Mr B in front of the TV watching the One Day International between England and the Aussies. Not even the prospect of a snoop will entice him away from the match.
my way I met a threesome coming in the opposite direction - was I headed for The Rectory? they enquired. I don't know how they guessed - perhaps it was the packets of Mr Kipling's assorted fruit pies clutched in my hands? On hearing my assent, they explained
that there had been a change of plan and Plan B meant we were now all meeting up in the church. Hiding my disappointment at not being able to snoop, I accompanied them to the revised venue, consoling myself with the thought that perhaps it was just as well
that over 300 muddy feet were not going to be tracking through the newly decorated Rectory...
The Church was buzzing; every pew was occupied. Drinks were being dispensed just below the pulpit and a trestle
table in the bookstall area was groaning under the weight of delicious desserts (plus, of course, my pies, which I have hidden behind the strawberry gateau and a plate of enormous meringues.) Outside, under a sheltering gazebo, a barbecue had been set up,
the smell of cooking sausages, beef burgers and chicken drumsticks wafting tantalisingly into the church. This was a Right Proper Party. Plan B was a rip-roaring success.
Here was Pam, from the Birdy Group;
here was Jane with her lovely dad, Norman; here was Brenda, fresh from the success of a rearranged Picnic in the Park; here was - oh, just so many people to meet, to chat to, to talk about the snooping to come..
For yes, you will all be delighted to hear, we didn't miss out after all. After the raffle (I won a box of chocolates - and I never, ever win raffles!) we were all invited to walk down to the Rectory. The Snoop was Very Much Still On. Our Rector's mother
whispered something in his ear: "She has just asked me if I've made my bed!" he announced in mock horror.
When I thanked him at the end of my visit, I reminded him that he had asked us to pray for good weather
today. Him Upstairs had had a better plan, I suggested. "Yes, indeed," our new, keen, young and very brave Rector conceded, "He's always doing that..."
You're wanting a full report on my visit, I can tell.
I may be a Snoop of the First Order - but I never Snoop and Tell...