I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I DO love my job!

Mainly it's because I work with and for the most amazing group of people, but also it's because it's impossible to be bored - there's always something going on.

Take today for example: Today is Friday and on Friday's Tesco deliver to us. It takes a hell of a lot of food and drink to keep this church going I can tell you, so we're a regular drop now - usually with a metric tonne of biscuits, pizza and donuts. I know virtually all the drivers and they know me. They know they can use the loo when they get to us! Today Tony dropped our delivery off and commented that he always liked coming to us as he always got a friendly person who wasn't going to moan at him. Awww!

Then I got a frantic phone call from the Parish Church. Their photocopier had broken and did we have one they could use? One of their biggest services of the year - their Christingle is on at the weekend and they needed 150 service booklets copying, plus their service sheet for Sunday morning. So, round they came and... yup... Copier envy... they now haz it! Hehe!

I could tell with the saucer-eyed, half-whispered 'do you own that or do you lease it?' comment, that someone was trying to work out how the little church down the road (we're the smallest church building in the town) affords such a gleaming piece of wonderfulness. I did admit it was a gift from the MD of the company who maintains it for us, but that their service was wonderful and I would really recommend them. The Parish church had been waiting for their service engineer for four days. I rarely wait a day - and get this... I logged a service call yesterday morning because the copy quality was slightly grubby. I was expecting them to turn up today but Martin called me at home yesterday and said the engineer had turned up during the afternoon to fix it.

Did someone 'upstairs' know that the Parish Church would need to do a massive amount of copying this morning and it would be inconvenient if the engineer called today, so he just 'arranged' it so that my copier got done before I really needed it... hmmm.

You could say, well why didn't he get their engineer there earlier in the week...? I say there needs to be more reasons for the Anglicans to wander down the road and visit their over-boisterous Baptist cousins, AND they have now seen what a decent modern copier can do, AND... the next bit...

Parish Church man and his rather gorgeous son (who would bear a stunning resemblance to Edward Cullen's slightly more dishevelled twin brother - if such a thing existed), went into town for a coffee at my suggestion whilst I set to on their pile of copying. I hardly did anything. Just arranged the sheets in the right order, tapped in 150 and pressed start. None of that standing over it doing a sheet at a time nonsense that they were having to do. It did however, give me more time to kick myself for suggesting that The Coffee Pot would be a great place to go and wait, and for not making the coffee myself and therefore having more time to check out the Edward Cullen-a-like as a suitable husband for Jenny. Christian AND Gorgeous are two words not usually to be found in the same sentence, therefore any opportunity must be snapped up!

After they left, the Town Mayor wandered in for something, and I got the impression that he'd have stayed for a chat had he not been needed round at the Council offices where he was the all hands on the deck as the rest of them were off ill. At one point I thought he was going to ask if I could cover the phone for a bit.

So... all in all, I saved the day for the Parish Church, sorted the Town Mayor out and very nearly married my friend off. Not a bad day's work.

Of course... got nothing of my own done... Still have a To Do list as long as my arm. Ehhh...

However, that's not all... Mid morning the office phone rang and a voice I have not heard for FAR too long purred out of the receiver.... Carys! She knew where I'd be, found out the church number and rang me. It quite surprised me that a) I knew exactly who it was and b) I didn't scream in excitement when my brain clocked the voice. It was exactly like we'd been speaking 5 minutes ago - I suppose that's the value of Facebook, that I could hear her in my head when I read her comments so it didn't sound strange!

We had a lovely little chat before the guy from Businesspoint turned up and I had to go. It really made my day to hear her voice again. It's been far too long since we've spoken and being in touch with her again is one of the most wonderful things to have happened this year.

I managed to get my wrap tangled up with my lunch earlier, so now off to wash tomato and cheese off some tassles. I bet Stevie Nicks never has this problem!