Doh!

For three months, I've been preparing with a group of men to conduct a retreat this weekend. We had our send-off at a parish last night where there was a lot of singing and introductions. It all went really well until I got home.

"Where's my songbook?" I asked myself, wondering where I'd left all the music for the entire weekend retreat. I went downstairs where my music gear was. Nope. Went out to the car. Double nope. My wife soon joined in my panic, phoning friends to see if they picked it up by mistake. Strike three.

I phoned the parish office this morning. They have it... I left it in a pew. Doh!!

A friend of mine is on her way to fetch it for me. And I feel like a kid who needs strings on his mittens.