We - Jean and me - really managed to get ourselves in a muddle today, what with missing keys, me having to do a 500 point turn to get out of Jean's carpark, and various other confusions We kept asking Jehovah for help - and finally got out on a few calls. Only three - but two were unexpected and we hope good.
One was a long term call of Jean's who she had more or less given up on (and it takes a lot for her to give up). He rang and asked why he hadn't seen her for ages. So we drove straight round there - well after all the key confusion - and found him in (loud music playing, lights on), but not answering the door. Which in many ways is why Jean had stopped calling. Anyway, Jean wrote him a little note and popped some information about the Kingdom through his letterbox. We hope he was pleased and surprised to get it so soon after his call.
Then I did a couple of return visits - first one not at home, but the second, gleaned when I was working on the intercom in a big block of flats, actually opened the door. Non-one has ever asked me into those flats before. The flat turned out to be right at the top - no lift - so after what felt like hours Jean and I made it to the door, rather breathless. And a very sweet and tattooed young mum took a magazine.
The return visit next month is a bit daunting, but at least I can say it will be next year.
Then I had a call on the lady in the next block this afternoon. We had a long chat and she gave me some money for the magazines - which is nice of her - very few people do. And we are always glad for donations, though we never ask, as we do finance ourselves, relying on Jehovah always.
Its funny how different the view of the Channel is from her flat - its more green and less busy than ours.