This week's listography at Katetakes5 has as its topic 'Five reasons I know I'm a...'. You get to fill in the blank yourself. First I thought I'd pick 'slattern', but I've already confessed much about my domestic indolence. Mothering Sunday has exhausted my motherliness, so that's out, and I had trouble thinking of what else I am, until someone hailed me as 'Father's wife'.
So - you know you're a vicar's wife when:
You find a dog collar in your knicker drawer.
You are the only one in trousers round a dinner table of (cassocked) male clergy
You are fluent in the afflictions and ailments of half the senior population within a quarter-mile radius
You can improvise emergency small talk about dialogical personalism if stranded with a bishop
You can, with a single kettle and five packs of Cheddar slices, host 70 famished faithful in your back garden.