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April 1st, 2009
07:54 am
I have returned!
and I'm bloody knackered.
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06:35 pm
Forgive the shortness of my entry yesterday, I was particularly knackered at the time, a theme I continued this morning crawling from my pit as if I hadn't just slept like the proverbial dead. Bloody sinuses and miscellaneous headpain for most of the day, no idea why.
Nanny, convinced that, upon our return, we would no doubt starve to death provided the biggest cabbage I have ever seen, huge florets of broccoli, carrots and parsnips (bleugh and yeeuck to the latter, but oh well) meant that I didn't need to get quite as much from town as expected but we were still in dire need of staples like potatoes, and I needed baking ingredients for my next lot of kitchen-related adventures. I also had to go to the cobblers in the vain hope he might be able to heal my poor shoes (my only actual good pair of flats! *whimpers*), the left of which has developed a 'throttle'- a crack in the sole that you get from driving. Damn driving lessons. *le sigh* The cobbler said he couldn't help me, so I remain with only my boots which, whilst fine and brilliant for walking about the place are really, really not suited to wearing when one has on a cassock.
Our brief little holiday was very good, it was nice to be away from everything for a change and we found a little church (Our Lady of the Assumption) and went to Mass there, and we went and saw some of the sights such as St Mary's guildhall and the ruins of the old cathedral that was bombed in the War. We didn't go in the modern-rebuilt one, however, as there were services on. We went round the shops a bit too, and saw the Lady Godiva statue and such. Bought Nanny a big shopping bag like mine, which she has admired recently, and I got a spiffy new t-shirt which I'm rather pleased with. The Village Hotel, where we stayed, was very nice. It wasn't like...top-of-the-range mint-on-your-pillow or anything but the only other experiences I have of hotels are the Youth Hostel and the Ramada (where I went when I was with the beeb) and the latter got into my bad books immediately so that no amount of sachets of free coffee and tea were really going to heel that and also it was very noisy, and Youth Hostels are, fine but not exactly hotel-standard at all. The Village, therefore was shiny and magical with carpet and a television and an en-suite bathroom with a shower(!) and free soap and fresh towels and such. The food was very nice too :) though on the Sunday we couldn't fully appreciate breakfast as they only started serving at 8am and Mass was at 9am meaning we had to have eaten before 8.30am (otherwise we wouldn't be able to take communion).
Speaking of the Parish Politics back home, our Spies were in full force. We recieved full reports on the altar servers (including who Didn't turn up (no prizes there) and also Just How Late Her Mother Turned Up, lol) and also on old Misery Guts.
Apparently, suddenly, remarkably, St Raphael's now gets it's 3 o'clock Friday Mass on Holy Week.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Someone has to have said something. Oh it's really terribly pleasing, even if it is a pain that the only one we get is the one I am least expert with. But HA! HA! HAaa. And of course, because Busy Mary and Mum were so quick on the draw the 'old' notice had already gone up and Everyone Knew that there had originally been nothing and now suddenly there is something.
*cackles*
Anyway that's quite enough babbling from me now.
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