A DOORSTEP ENCOUNTER

So wait, Friday feels like a Saturday... only there's no church to go in the morning. Then Saturday feels like a lazy Sunday - still no church though. I got up late and cleaned out the slow cooker. Then, Sunday itself ought to be a Monday; it'll feel like it, only it'll be a Monday with church instead of work which is followed by a real Monday but a Monday on which I don't have to go to work at all (I'm going on a trip with Intrepids) and which will probably end up feeling a bit like a Saturday.

After that, it's back to work on a Tuesday which will undoubtedly feel a lot like a Monday. But it's best not to think about that half-way through the Easter weekend. I'm already confused enough.

The doorbell just rang. I raced about, pulled on a hoodie and found my glasses. Then I pelted down the stairs to the front door, just in time to remember that it was locked and the keys were still upstairs. I pounded up, found the keys and flew back down to rattle the keys into the lock and fling open the front door.

It was the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Of course it was. 

Two older ladies with kind faces. They were inviting me 'and your family' to their service tomorrow. One of them thrust a paper leaflet into my hand with a painting of Jesus and some people who looked a little too happy to be real. The style of it reminded me of the leaflet that Nick and Emmie got given in Toronto, with Jesus clutching an AK-47. The JWs are a bit less militant than the crazy Canadian national front people, I think.

They obviously send out their friendliest members on doorstep-mission these days then. It made me wonder what happens if massive hairy bikers join the organisation. How do you invite people to church if you look like you're capable of smashing in front doors with your tattooed knuckles?

Rather than doing what my Dad would have done, engaging in a theological discourse about what they believe, or quizzing them about how they've predicted the end of the world five times since 1844, I told them where I stand and bade them farewell with a Happy Easter and a gentle click of the front door.

This leaflet says the "anniversary of Jesus' death falls on Wednesday, March 23, 2016."

How have they worked that out? Weirdly precise, isn't it? They don't have an excellent track-record with dates.

Then again, I'm not totally certain about what day it is, even today.