Sunday September 29th was a momentous occasion for All Saints’ Church, Boughton. Not only was it the feast of St Michael and All Angels, it was the day the Bishop of Ely came to take a service. It is at least a quarter of a century since a Bishop of Ely came to Boughton and those of you who remember Audrey Payne will have heard her tales of that day, when the Bishop took to a boat on the pond! This time, because it was the fifth Sunday in the month, the current Bishop came because it was a group service for the benefice and congregations from all eight parishes had a chance to worship together. It had to be at 6 pm, unfortunately, to fit into his busy schedule, so not everyone could get there.
The past month has been fairly quiet. Although a lot has happened, there is little to write about.We spent a very happy 10 days in Spain with two of our sons and their families who live over there. I asked one of my sons if I could borrow a newspaper. “Dad” he said “This is the 21st Century – use my Ipad” The fly never knew what hit it! On October 8th, daughter Charlotte gave birth to a son, Leo, our 17th grandchild. Deannie was thrilled to be one of the “birthing partners” and was present throughout the entire labour and delivery.
Minutes of Stoke Ferry Parish Council Meeting held in The Community Centre
At 7.30pm on Wednesday 9 October 2013
HEALTH & SAFETY MYTHS
A few years ago, Management and I stayed in a large, expensive hotel in Orford, owned by a couple where the wife has a TV series telling other hotel owners how to run their businesses. In the morning, we came downstairs, carefully negotiating around the cat which slept all day on the fourth step down, just as the stairs take a bend to the right (a real Health and Safety issue). The only table available in the dining room was in a dark corner. However, a couple had finished breakfast and were vacating a lovely table in the window bay. I asked the waitress to seat us at that table “I don’t have time to clear that table now” came the peremptory reply. “That’s OK, we can do it” I said, and started to clear the table, only to be told in no uncertain terms to buzz off to the table in the dark corner. My state of being a bit miffed turned to near vaporisation when the waitress brought our pot of tea “Members of the public are not allowed to clear tables for Health and Safety reasons” as she swept off. She returned with the toast and heard from me “When we agreed to stay in this establishment, we ceased to be ‘members of the public’ and became ‘valued guests”. She sniffed and stormed off, soon to be replaced by a manager type who stiffly told us “We shall save that window table for you tomorrow” and then he stormed off.