I achieved something today. In my mind, at least. I arrived at the church to pick up the communion glasses and wafers and grape juice to take to Rhodes for the morning service. There was no one else in the kitchen, so I took the opportunity and washed the glasses! The layer of black gunge at the bottom of some of the glasses has been bothering me for ages. It obviously doesn't bother anyone else - although when the circuit steward arrived she very willingly helped me wash them.
Sometimes I don't know what is culture and what is something else. One doesn't want to offend, but . . .