He was an ORGAN builder, and a very accomplished musician. Not that he had much chance to give himself to it these days, tending more to being up on the church roof. One might wonder what a vicar was doing up on a church roof, his place normally being behind the altar or the pulpit, but church rooves do tend to leak rather a lot.
“I don’t suppose anyone will want to take a PHOTOGRAPH of me like this,” he said to himself. He was more used to having his photograph taken with the happy couple at weddings, or holding a baby at baptisms.
A bit of a maverick, he stood by the compost heap in the garden, MUG in hand, contemplating his next sermon. He had been known to talk about death at weddings, much to everyone’s consternation. He glanced around the garden and, spying a heap of rubbish, he became suddenly inspired. What rubbish could he come up with in his next sermon?