As part of our safe congregation policy, everybody in a voluntary or paid position with my church has to be inspected for felonious behaviour by the RCMP. I had been putting it off (and why not, yecch) but this morning I assembled the letter which allows me to be inspected at no charge, my i.d. and my amour-propre and hied myself off to the Deer Lake RCMP Detachment.
It took 10 minutes. I was the only person there. Honestly, I thought it was going to be quite a production, but it was trivial.
Next, I hied myself off to Village de Valeurs, where I purchased a dress, a blouse, and something to replace my bathroom which does not actually have enough fabric to be a modest garment, given my current girth. I am sure Jeff will be relieve to see less of me as I stagger out of my room in the morning in my zombie like quest for caffeine.
I’m back home and waiting for my new purchases to get out of the washer.
It’s pouring rain; the garden is very happy.
bathROBE, perhaps?
Ja ja bathrobe.