One of the new things I have to get used to here is being verged (or should that be virged?). SMR has vergers, who do very good things looking after the church, preparing for services and many other things besides. During the services, they carry sticks (called wands, I think) and lead the processions. Basically this means that the right people get to the fight places. I'm getting used to the etiquette that goes with this, and I think I'm doing alright.
But on a Sunday morning I am verged, with all due ceremony and reverence, from my stall to the pulpit, a grand total of ten paces (if that). Perhaps they're worried I'll get lost. And then once I've finished preaching I'm left to find my own way back.
Note to self - don't get so caught up in preaching that you forget from whence you came!