The folk at Come Dine with Me left a message on the blog last week:
Come Dine With Me are casting in Wolverhampton! Want the chance to show off your culinary skills and win £1000? Apply now! Email firstname.lastname@example.org.
But I don’t think they actually read the blog or they’d know that the chances of me hosting a civilised dinner at the Vicarage are completely zippo. I can’t think what the viewers (and other diners) would make of meal in our house. The food is generally pretty tasty (tho’ presentation leaves much to be desired) but it’s the interruptions that might prove challenging – our front doorbell rarely has a quiet night.
It might be gentlemen of the road wanting feeding, laundry doing or lifts to Birmingham, children wanting garden time or bikes mended, others in need of cups of sugar, help with the electric or merely calling to let us know about something going on in the parish. Sometimes it’s members of the Vicar’s small group coming over to study the bible, or anxious teenagers coming for extra forms for their parents to sign for a youth group outing. Or maybe it would be the chap with the small building company who brings us old fence panels as fuel for our woodburning stoves, keeping us warm and saving him landfill charges.
And that’s just the front door. The phone sometimes goes too… So I don’t think I’ll be responding to Rebecca Dibley. If you’re near Wolves you could though.