True to type

I was being teased by the members of one of my two Vestries when I first started doing little mini-sermons a year or so ago in a now-defunct daily God-slot on one of the local commercial radio stations.

Reference was made to the episode of the Vicar of Dibley where the rector was asked to do Pause for Thought on Radio Two. Nonsense, I replied, I'm nothing like the Vicar of Dibley. But, I added, the resemblance between the Vestry at St Mungo's and the Dibley Parish Council was quite striking.

They really don't help themselves either. This evening one of the wardens was giving his excuses for showing up fifteen minutes late for Vestry. Seems that he backed over a sheep coming out of his driveway this evening and had to spend twenty minutes jacking up his car with the help of a neighbour so that he could drag the poor beast from where it was pinned underneath.

I phoned him this evening to enquire after the sheep's health. Apparently it's a bit lame and not a little irritated but still alive and expected to remain that way.