I AM AT MY PARENT’S HOUSE. Their cooker is leaking gas. My mum doesn’t know where the gas shut-off valve is and my dad isn’t around. I look everywhere but can’t find the valve, so I call a plumber. He turns up dressed as Batman just as I find the shut-off valve in the shed at the end of the garden.
My dad appears from upstairs and asks what all the fuss is. I tell him about the leaky cooker and the Bat Plumber. I say I can’t hang around because I have a congregation group to conduct. I race to one of the JW’s homes. When I get there two elders stop me at the door and ask me what I’m doing. I tell them I’ve been assigned to conduct the group. They object and one says I’m not capable of teaching.