I like the story of the Norfolk bishop who went to stay overnight with one of his parsons.
The bishop came down to breakfast and was surprised to hear Rock of Ages rising lustily forth from the kitchen. Pleased to imagine that this was an early-morning form of worship, he asked the parson's son to tell him who was singing.
"That's dear old Mabel the cook," the boy replied. "She always sings Rock of Ages when she boils eggs for breakfast. Three verses for soft-boiled and five verses for hard-boiled."
Swallowing his words
The parson was away on holiday and so the vicar from a nearby village came to take the Sunday morning service.
After his sermon he apologised for it being on the short side. "I did have a longer one written out but the dog got into the study and chewed up several of the pages."
As he was leaving, the old verger thanked him warmly for the service and whispered: "If ever that there dawg o' yours hev any pups, praps yew'll give wun ter owr parsun..."
items submitted from a Norfolk source by Fr Arthur Green
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