It was raining cats and dogs this morning, Liam had been out late the night before so he asked his sister for a lift to the station, she was then running late and asked me for a lift, that made me not late but rushing a little and of course all of Sydney was giving people a lift so the traffic was insane.
I arrived at church slightly late for the 10am morning tea, carrying my offering of a supermarket carrot cake. My laissez faire attitude was in stark contrast to the lace cloths and "formal" table settings of the morning tea (can paper plates be formal?) and I got a little shock as I walked in to a room full of very elderly ladies, sitting at tables with a variety of cakes, sandwiches and sausage rolls all laid down the centre. I don't think I have sat at a table for anything but a full meal for about 20 years!
There was no way of serving my cake without disrupting the existing set-up so I brought it home again. It's a pretty bad cake, I'm not sure if bringing it home was actually a good thing.
The Order of Service