Around the middle of last week, our Worshipful Master went back into hospital, somewhere he's been on and off for the last couple of months, and I was approached to do the ceremony tonight. This gave me about nine day's notice.
For those who know about such things, it was an Initiation. For those who don't, it involves about eight or nine pages of stuff to learn -- text that you have to deliver from memory, investing it with such character and colour as best allows it to make its mark on the candidate. It should sound as if it's being spoken from the heart, rather than recited mechanically from memory.
Suffice it to say that I think I did a better job today than I ever did in my year in the chair, four or so years ago. In the run-up to this evening, I wasn't looking forward to the ceremony at all, but once I got into my stride I really enjoyed the work.
Many congratulations from the brethren there assembled, and if their testimony is to believed I rock mightily. Hurrah!