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He gave us an inspiring talk - though guilt-making in my case, as I can't claim to be doing all that much of the preaching work at the moment.
I am embroiled in trying to chase Audrey's wheeled shopping bags through the strange world of buying things by post from a mysterious catalogue. After several eons waiting on the phone (as it told me how much it valued my business and played music at me) I was clicked through to what may have been the planet Neptune. I was tempted to start humming music at the Neptunian who answered and telling him how much I valued being his customer, but i controlled myself and spelled out my problem.
The Spaceman seemed to know about my order - so they had clearly cashed my cheque! - knew which planet I was on and what my space code was. They had been "trying" to deliver the order to me - apparently - but had failed. They would try again. Could they give me a time - to the nearest eon? Sharp intake of breath - more than my jobs worth etc.
But their spaceship would arrive with the goods. Or it wouldn't.
It hasn't improved my temper any - and these steroids are not helping.