It’s a funny old game being a vicar. You never know who you are going to bump into and when.
Me and the boys were standing outside the house waiting for the funeral director to pick us up to go to Jeans funeral (see previous post) and Geraint the council clerk comes out of the council office which is opposite my house. He wanted a chat about the up and coming civic service and also the VE Day celebrations in the community.
He then noticed the Teds and was happy to pose for a photo. Who isn’t.!