I put the letter in the scrap draw and didn't think anything more about it.
Didn't think about it, that is, until the other morning when there was a knock on the door...
I opened it up to discover a guy in yellow and blue work clothes from ACTEW who told me he needed access to the power pole out the back of the church (on the same property as my house) which was behind a locked wire gate. He politely asked if I could unlock it for him.
"Sure" I said. Realising that I was still in my flanellette PJs, dressing gown and ugg boots.
I gallopped back to the bedroom in a panic and grabbed the quickest outfit I could find. This happened to be old TIGHT hipster jeans and a Wallabies Rugby jersey. Classy
I rushed out the back door and tried to open the gate before they brought the car around.
I was still working on the pad lock (my church master key went in but didn't turn) when the work truck came around back, with TWO workmen in it. My hair had fallen out while I was getting changed, so I was trying to unlock the gate and shaking out my waist length hair at the same time.
Out jumped Actew man number 2 "Good morning Ma'am, we are here to check the power poles..." number one cut him off with "I already told her" and I said "that's why I am trying to unlock the gate...but I think its one of your locks."
While number 2 went to unlock, number 1 looked at me really steadily and asked "SO, you the priest?"
"Yes" I replied "of sorts..."
"Well, Pastor then" he ammended. Not a lot of lady pastors around, are there?"
"Not really" I smiled "the anglicans have quite a few..."
"Got the lock ok?" I asked number 2
"Yep" he said
"Great" I said "I'll leave you to it, knock yourselves out"
I thought to myself as I jogged back around the front, that you probably don't tell power supply workers to "knock themselves out..." I actually said aloud as I was jogging around the corner of my house "my life gets more interesting all the time..."
