I just have a few bits to finish off today. Tidying up and filing.
At lunch time there is a celebration for the Alderman of the Ward of Cheap, Lord Mountevans. I have agreed to pop in and say a grace for him. Here is a typical City grace, a la Parrott!
We meet today in this fine hall
To celebrate our Ward
And raise our glasses one all
To Alderman and Lord
Praise God today for food and wine
And those who wait at table
For chance to thank a friend so fine
He’s Clarkson’s best and able
For Juliet, who by his side
Has given us her best
As she has helped him far and wide
We’ve all been truly blessed.
But not for him a quiet dell
Instead a bright red bench
So Father God, we say farewell
It really is a wrench
And so this prayer must finish now
Within the Ward of Cheap
If I say more, I know somehow,
I’ll make you want to weep!
I am but a Grace machine!
Then later I have to pop up to Chelmsford. One of my Liverymen is to be installed as High Sheriff of Essex and has asked me to be his Chaplain. I am also Chaplain to one of the Sheriffs of the City of London. I wonder whether I am the first person to be Chaplain to two Sheriffs at the same time! (Discuss).
What a mad world I occupy. It would all sound a bit pompous if it were not true that I am only here because God put me here.