We had loads of visitors this weekend. It was great fun, though slightly bonkers. As ever, my Dad wrote some verse to commemorate the occasion. This one is about our first gas bill…
Our new Vicar’s first gas bill,
Would really take some beating.
So rather than face the bankruptcy court,
He turned off the central heating.
They shiver now at the Vicarage,
And wrap up really well.
Whenever (in winter) I visit
I long for the fires of Hell.
The poetic licence forbade mentioning our very toasty and mesmorising wood burning stoves, which stave off the longing for Hell… We hope.
The Vicar's Wife 