A hangover, bonkers kittens and the 7am Saturday work shift.
Ouch.
We all just about survived.
No Park Run though. I had other plans that involved being back in the village for 10am.
And so I did the #WeirdWiv route instead in light drizzle.
It was rain.
Wet rain.
I had agreed the night before to help put the Christmas decorations up around the village. I knew a few of the faces involved, but not the whole team.
The weather forecast was crappy.
It was suggested that we try and tackle the church tower in the light drizzle [ha!] and then think about the High Street the following weekend.
I’m no Man of God, but I did have fun hanging the angels, so to speak.
It was actually quite exciting entering the back passage and going where few men - or women - get to enter.
We climbed up past the bellringers bits and pieces, and then all the way to the open tower and the cupola.
And there it was - the estuary wilds laid out exposed.
It looked very similar to how the town appears on Google Maps.
No shit, etc.
Went up the church tower. Didn't find God, but some Christmas decorations instead. pic.twitter.com/mEpwSIiVTU
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) November 12, 2016
Even with a downgrading weather situation, you could still see up the Roman River, and then out towards Brightlingsea in the other direction.
Oh look - you can see my house from here.
There’s an inappropriate Jesus joke to be had. I had a half decent time in the sacred space on Saturday, and was made to feel most welcome. And so I’ll forget the punchline for now.
It came as no surprise that KNOTS were big on the action on Saturday up the tower.
Different formations were traded Top Trumps style. It was like the scene in Jaws where shark wounds are compared.
I offered up a loose reef knot.
I was soon taken off knot duty.
I was surprised as to how much preparation and work goes into lighting the outside of the church.
I humped a few angels, and then dangled them back down again.
Mr H&S had the day off.
And thank the Lord for that.
A mid-morning break was taken in the Black Buoy.
SAUSAGE TIME.
The hot tea was a… Godsend.
And then then the rest of the day was spent trying to complete the job as the estuary skies bruised and an incredibly early nightfall threatened.
A few little snagging issues with the electrics were resolved, just in time for a couple of pints back in the Black Buoy.
It felt as though a worthy and enjoyable job had been completed.
I signed up again for the High Street action next Saturday.
I sobered up back at base. Waiting for me was a letter from the bloody Labour party.
I thought that I had seen the last of these f-ers.
#whynotjointheLabourparty, etc.
"Make sure these people don't get in" #whynotjointheLabourparty pic.twitter.com/eeE9gfw37P
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) November 12, 2016
More hot tea, a hot bath and the first two Tears for Fears albums helped to calm me down.
I had a little more work on Saturday evening, and then some FaceTime with Anna who is up in the Lakes, and then a little kitten playtime.
For no obvious reason I started to watch Trainspotting in bed.