A Gothic Tale

Well it does sound a bit bleak to be laid out in a graveyard recovering from a fainting fit! But thus it was described to telephone callers by Him Behind the Wheel. It is not as bad as it sounds: I merely felt a bit woozy and sick near the end of this morning’s church service, so went outside for some fresh air. It just happens that the nearest grass is the old graveyard surrounding the church. I managed to come to enough to reassure the preacher it was not something he said, and to sign the Call (Church of Scotland jargon for the paper offering support to the newly elected minister.)

And yes, I am fine now thank you. I was grateful to have a quiet day with the Sunday papers.