Starting a new job in a cathedral just before Christmas, as I did last year, is madness. There are no certainties except that of putting one’s foot in it every five minutes. There is also always somebody who is the cathedral equivalent of what we had on the oil rigs for new recruits: sending them to bring back a well head, or find the Christmas tree (Google it to see). And, of course, Liverpool is known for its sense of humour, which is not unkind but can be quite… well, ‘amusing’ had better do.
