There is a Dibley lurgy doing the rounds and I am trying to ward it off with copious quantities of Beecham's powders at the same time as getting everything ready for tomorrow's service. I am hoping that my throat lasts out the service - and am decidedly glad I don't have to preach as such!
This, in good Blue Peter fashion is my home made fig tree - I abandoned the inflatable palm tree conversion (I'm sure everyone is relieved!) in favour of cutting down an overhanging branch from next door's tree and adding to it paper fig leaves. I still don't quite know how the cursing is going to work itself out but I'm sure we'll manage it somehow!
I have also been busy making palm branches for the crowds to wave/strew and wondering just how low a level of enthusiasm will arise. I can already hear the mumblings that this is 'children's stuff' and a few scowls from those who refuse to join in. In one of those rare 'aha!' moments I realised that this doesn't matter as there were miserable people on the road into Jerusalem - good, upright religious people, who thought this was all children's stuff and that Jesus really ought to silence the children. The mystery or irony is that those who decide not to join in the more creative, childlike aspects are actually participating as 21st century stereotype Pharisees, tutting at anything that isn't neatly religious.
I think, lurgies and the like not withstanding, that I am looking forward to tomorrow and to discovering how much we can enter in to the experience - even as Pharisees!