Year's End

By mid-day on Christmas Eve, the church and the outbuildings were starting to get chilly. Still warmer than my house, but not very warm. This was because there was no heating, and that in turn was because the gas had been turned off on Saturday evening. The carbon-monoxide alarm in the kitchen had sounded. It had sounded on the Thursday evening (the 18th), but I didn’t learn about this until the hirers told me they’d taken the alarm off the wall, wrapped it in a towel and put it in a drawer so it didn’t disturb the concert taking place in the church. By that stage nobody needed actually to go in the kitchen so I decided to leave it until Friday morning. I wasn’t even sure what to do; I hadn’t realised there is a company that maintains the gas network and it’s them you call when this kind of thing happens. Our boiler engineers told me on Friday to run the heating system and see if it happened again; it didn’t, so I left it. Until Saturday, when it happened again, and this time there was no avoiding action. I thought it might be due to one of the stove’s gas rings that seemed to be misbehaving. 

So on Christmas Eve, about noon, the engineers arrived, spent quite a while investigating, and concluded – wonder of wonders – that the original alarm was faulty. They put up a new one, turned the gas back on, and left with the plea that we not use the hob anyway as the ventilation was insufficient and it should never have been fitted. But at least we had heat. 

At least we had heat – especially welcome when ten or so souls turned up half an hour early for the Crib Service because the wrong time had been on the church website and they hadn’t checked (why would they?) since it was put right. This year the Cribbage was so full that I, the server, and the children bringing up the crib figures could barely move around: I think somewhat over 300 people were present. Attendance at the other Christmas services was similar to last year, but that was remarkable, easily the highest we have had since we last had donkeys attending many years ago. My final seasonal duty, as usual, was at Smallham Chapel where the carol service went beautifully smoothly including our customary visit to the barn to sing a carol to the nonplussed sheep. 

And this week I am off. Yesterday I was in Salisbury having not looked properly round the cathedral for many years. There are two relatively modern images of St Catherine, one on the reredos in the chapel of St Martin, and one on an altar frontal. I also add one from the Ashwellthorpe Triptych, seen by friends at Norwich Castle Museum. Happy New Year all!