Sorcha's Day

Well the day has now come and gone. And to say that I was a little relieved is accurate. The thought of inviting a couple of friends around for a bite to eat is one thing, but next time you attempt to cook sausages and beef burgers for many please think again.

My family as normal arrived in the nick of time. But I am not sure what my Dad is going to do once they have activated the average speed cameras along the M25......"leave earlier!" My Gran did hit the nail on the head: I asked how the mood was in the house in the morning to which she replied "Your father is running around doing everything as normal but its all wrong according to your mother." She was on form.

The Thanksgiving service went down a storm. For me it was a little strange playing a passive part of the service but Mhairi did mention that she appreciated the time she spent with her husband during a church service as this is highly unusual. Big thanks to Uncle Phil, a man who can make "Over all the earth" sound very much like "You can call me Al!" has to be commended. Phil just remember those trumpets.....cheers.

The guys from Stevenage arrived at Holy Trinity and it was a good sight to see the church swell to accommodate you all.

We had the bright idea of a BBQ. Obviously under the misapprehension that this was an easy solution to feed a hundred friends and family. Lessons learnt: ensure that you have enough coals on the fire, employ some guys with trays to ensure that the maximum temperature is constantly maintained, and if you think of it again....rethink.

However, all were feed and watered eventually. Its was a good gathering to celebrate Sorcha's arrival to the Brown household and commission her Sponsors/God Parents Phil and Lucy, Colin and Lisa, thanks guys.