Fragments

I could say that the day began bright and early, but it didn't.
Early, yes.
Bright, no.
It was another morning when we awoke to leaden skies and the sound of raindrops...




We assembled our array of props.
This week featuring crowns and chalices,
and headed off to a local school
for this week's Open the Book story
'The Writing's On The Wall'.
We were unpacking the props
when
CRASH!

Opps - one of the golden 'chalices'
landed on the floor
and shattered.
We confessed our sins to the office
and the caretaker appeared with a dustpan and brush.

This week the story was from Daniel 5 and involved writing appearing on the wall.
DH was hidden behind a folding screen, so just his arm would be visible.
A piece of paper was blue-tacked to the wall.
I tested the sharpie on the paper. - just to be on the safe side
It went STRAIGHT THROUGH! 
We quickly secreted a plastic cover behind the paper to stop the sharpie bleeding on to the wall and leaving a permanent ghostly message on the wall,
which would require further confessions to the staff!
It was quite a dark story, but the children loved it when the conquering army came charging down the hall with a loud battle cry!

We rehearsed the next week's story and then I went to work.
I had planned to walk home afterwards,
but the weather did not follow the forecast
and it was still raining very heavily at the time I was due to leave.
I was very appreciative of a lift home.

The afternoon was spent battling bureaucracy and possibly breaking the ordering system at Argos.
The KHT requires transport for college next year and that necessitates a fresh application - and generosity from a cash-starved authority. It took at least three attempts, and many diversions around the website, before I was able to submit the application. Prayers appreciated for a successful outcome!

Next up was ordering goods to be collected from Argos, because I need them tomorrow and I hadn't really planned ahead...
As text after text arrived on my phone I began to wonder exactly how many items I have ordered - is it three or nine?
That will be the big reveal when I go and collect the orders on my way to work tomorrow morning.





Meanwhile here is a reminder of what remained of the one which became many - fragments!
A goblet from TKMaxx. Cost £5.
I thought it was plastic.
It was glass.

Alas poor glass
It was classier
than I ever knew,
until it was no more