Church Mouse Update 18th February 2024
The musings of one of God’s smallest creatures on events in and around the Parish over the past seven days . . . .
Quite literally a quiet week around The Presbytery as Fr D appears to have very little voice as a consequence of his chest infection (I know that it has been driving him nuts) . . . . .
Fr D had thought that his usual Christmas/New Year bad cold had run its course and burnt itself out but last Friday the ‘hangover cough’ from the cold flared up with a vengeance; coughing so badly and often that his sides hurt and his throat was raw. By Saturday he realised that any singing at the 18.00 and 09.00 Masses was a distant dream and he bowed to the inevitable (then I knew he wasn’t at all well!). After celebrating these Masses he was delighted that Fr John Horn was able to celebrate the 11.00 Mass for him whilst he rested and dosed himself up even more. By the time the day was over Fr D was climbing the stairs hoping that the cough would die down enough to get some undisturbed sleep (it didn’t happen!).
As soon as he stood up after getting out of bed on Monday morning Fr D knew that he had to forego his monthly Ministry to Priests Support Group (fortunately being hosted at Ewell this time around). This meant that he could just spend the day (quietly?) coughing in his lounge, trying to dose.
Tuesday Fr D struggled through Morning Prayer, Mass, and Exposition, with very little strength to his voice. He had already told Sarah to inform Leatherhead that he would not be attending the Deanery Meeting (sad, because they do good lunches!). He spent some of the afternoon doing bits and pieces of paperwork (boring but necessary). He should have been leading the Parish Quiz & Pancake Social but realised that he couldn’t do it; Deacon Paul was able to ’step in’ and a very good evening was had by all. Fr D took himself off, having accepted he could do it, before again trying to catch up on some sleep.
On Ash Wednesday Fr D was grateful to have Deacon Paul with him at both of the Masses; he left Paul to deal with the imposition of ashes and the distribution of communion, leaving himself to wheeze out the prayers, his voice coming and going. He managed to get six hours of sleep on Wednesday night - the longest for over a week.
By Thursday Fr D and Deacon Paul were into a routine and celebrated Mass with Fr D still squeaking the prayers out . . . . . . .









