One of the regular communicants this morning was a little late. After the service she apologized and then said.
"I waved them off. He's going back to London!" Ecstatic smile. The person she was referring to was her son who has Aspergers and is very hard work indeed for her now in her old age as he is given to angry frustration and sudden outbursts.
Another communicant who doesn't know this lady very well suddenly appeared to ask what he should call her. I always call her by her first name so I was interested to hear the answer.
She beamed at him and said not to call her Lady X. Her first name would do. The conversation then took an unexpected turn. She comes every week fraught with exasperation about her son and some of his utterances so when she started telling us about the day her husband had been knighted I expected the worst.
They had asked the already grown up young man if he wished to be there and then steeled themselves at the investiture. Praying that their son would not speak out of turn they waited and when the Queen extended the sword the boy did speak in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone.
"Good old dad ". he said.
The seraphic beam which accompanied this tale said everything. He had come up trumps at the right moment!
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