Barbie, weather and vicars

Well I didn’t get invited to Howard & Bush’s barbie, so I went to work today instead. (Still,
it doesn’t sound like a real Australian barbecue
– no mention of snags fried to a blackened crisp).

Funny weather. Initially out this morning, it was drizzly. Then stopped back past home, just cloudy. Left for work, and it was sunny. Got to work, still sunny. A little later, pissing down rain. Then a gap in the clouds when I went to run a lunchtime errand. Shortly after, I am told, it once again poured down. Then back to just cloudy for pretty much the rest of the day.

Tonight as I walked home from the station, the local vicar, done up in his dog collar, was putting out the bins. He gave me a wave, even though I’m not Anglican and have never met him. I smiled and nodded back. Neighbourly friendliness and all that. Perhaps I am destined forevermore to live down the road from Anglican churches with cheerful vicars.

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