Nothing like a bit of pew-dusting to start your day, in my opinion. The church is being redecorated, there is scaffolding everywhere and the pews look like victims of nuclear fallout. Not the best situation when you've got half the parish arriving at half-past nine to 'get their ashes'. Well, what else could I do? A quick whip round with two dusters (one for me, one for The Peacemaker,off school again with another virus) and we were ready to roll. Not done to my usual standard, I'll admit, but at least you could sit down without looking like you'd spent the morning clearing out the cellar.
I would like to make an observation here. I don't know who the priest in the picture above is. I don't know if he was aware that he was having his photograph taken. I only know that in all my years of receiving ashes on Ash Wednesday, I have never come away looking like this. Mine have always taken on a splodge-like appearance, giving the impression that I have not had a wash that day.