One morning, this month, I found myself being stuffed into Helen’s pack. When I protested she told me that we were off to Brother Reg’s novicing at St Ronan’s in Eastbourne.. I was told that is was incumbent on me to attend this so called “historic” occasion because I belong to the OEF. However it was a freezing cold day and St Ronan’s was very chilly inside so I decided to remain in the minister’s office in the warmth, after all they were all wearing jackets but I had just my habit on.
If this is what obedience means then roll on next year and that nice warm, dry dark closet to hibernate in.