Mike's musings

Baptism

"The Bursells can't organise a baptism in a church, and one of them's a priest (and another one's one in training)".

We arrived at around 0940 for a 1000 service. Then Jim got a call saying that Polly and Tamar (who'd turned up from the Dive Show at around midnight last night) were broken down outside Wedmore. What they were doing in Wedmore, none of us could fathom - it's not on the way to the church - unless they'd needed to pop to the shop before the service, but it was cutting it a bit close, particularly as Poll was due to be a godparent. Jo was asleep in our car with Moo, so Mum took off to find Polly. Just as the service was starting, Polly and Tamar turned up with Rosie (Tamar's mother, and my aunt). No Mum. It turned out that the message had been that _Rosie_ had broken down outside Wedmore, and Polly and Tamar had gone to fetch her.

Polly went to get Mum, which probably wasn't a great plan. I went out at the beginning of Dad's sermon to wake up Jo and to get Moo (as the baptism was due to start just afterwards). Got in halfway through the sermon. Mum had arrived. No Polly. I mentioned to Jim that someone would have to stand in for Polly if she didn't arrive, and he asked me to do it. I went up to the front with the other godparents to submit to Christ, renounce the devil, etc., and then we headed down to the font for the actual baptism. And Polly turned up, just in time.

It all went off in the end, and we went back to my parents' house. The salmon hadn't come from Bristol, but there was lots of other food. The red wine had gone in the fridge, and the white hadn't. Giles, who was in charge of getting the part-baked bread rools done, forgot them, but we rescued them in time. So, we managed.

Headed off around 1430, got home 1840. A lovely weekend.