This morning at the Mint, we had a visiting preacher. Andrew was preaching at Exminster, and so we had Rev. John Jarvis, who is the most Southern Baptist-like Methodist minister I've encountered in the UK. We sang several hymns that I'm sure would not pass muster with the SBC's hymnal committee (although they let "Lord, I Did Not Choose You" slip through in the 1991 Hymnal, so you never know!), but all were at least 25 years old, so I guess they at least were okay with the people who did the Methodist hymnal in the early 1980s. I think we managed to make it through the whole service without singing any hymns written by anyone with the last name "Wesley," which, for UK Methodists, is highly unusual.
During the service, the preacher was gesturing, and he moved his hand in such a way that he knocked his lapel mic off. After he picked it back up, it turned out that it wasn't working anymore. We were (unfortunately) sitting next to the ladies operating the sound system, one of whom spent a good little while pontificating on how he was wearing it incorrectly, and that was why it wasn't working. She took longer than most people in the congregation to accept that it was actually not working, and that it wasn't strictly Rev. Jarvis's fault. Ultimately, someone had to walk up to the front to collect the non-functioning mic from him, and he went on using the mic on the pulpit. Sadly, it took two commandments (numbers seven and eight) for anyone to remember to turn that mic on!
After the service ended, we had out tea (Amanda) and coffee (me) before heading upstairs to lunch. Lunch today was tomatoes, soup, sandwhiches, and scones. Oh, I do love me some scones! I managed to snag one scone before it had clotted cream added to it (I prefer them with just strawberry jam, but the first thing put on them is always butter, which I don't mind too much). I also had a second one on the way out that had clotted cream. I'm not a huge fan of clotted cream in general (actually, I actively dislike it), but it isn't quite so bad as to be able to actively ruin an otherwise perfectly good scone! I told Amanda she needs to get a recipe so she can make some scones for me sans the clotted cream!
As a matter of vocabulary clarity, a "scone" in the UK is a cross between a muffin and a biscuit, not a triangle shaped doughnut-bagel hybrid. A muffin is an English muffin (no surprise there), and a biscuit is a cookie. To top off the confusion, a cookie is a muffin/cupcake. I don't promise that I got all of those right, because it is so darn confusing!
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