Saturday morning in the Pickwick house dawned early and noisily, as the Blessings awoke with the sun, paying no heed to the fact that no one happened to need to be up for work, or church, or even grocery shopping. When the sound of five unsupervised and lively Pickwicks enjoying all the freedom afforded to… Continue reading Fr Pickwick Entertains a Breakfast Guest
The Pickwickian vehicle has been making strange noises of late. Let us qualify that statement: stranger than usual, and not meant in a figurative sense as an attempt to convey the sound of at least four different songs in six keys. It is indeed the actual car making the noises, not the children. Mrs Pickwick… Continue reading A Little Cartastrophe
Once, Mrs. Pickwick spent a blissful evening at choir rehearsal, completely uninterrupted by any little Pickwickian emergencies. Even Baby P’s bedtime came and went, and with no panic-stricken texts, or Baby himself delivered mid-rehearsal. How can this be? Mrs. Pickwick marveled at this delightful freedom, truly incredulous that her phone had remained silent from 7–9… Continue reading Mrs Pickwick Checks Her Phone
