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September 29th, 2009
![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) localfreak | 06:13 pm - If you love it I can do it again.
Quiet day mostly. Walked to St Raphael's for Mass (feast of the Archangels) which was somewhat disappointing as Fr Tony (who is new and lovely) had arrived to do it and then Ole Punch showed up so they said Mass together. Worse luck- Fr Tony read the Gospel and Ole Punch did the homily :(. I said my prayers feverently throughout because when he started going on about things like "We are blessed with many good Saints in our five churches...St Raphael...St Bede etc" (*cough* YES AND YOUR GOING TO KILL HALF OF THEM*cough*) and then about St Raphael being the Healer and "People who hurt others, who cause upset, who cause discord and unhappiness...." (*cough* YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU*cough*) were decidedly....non-conducive to the right mindset in which to recieve the Sacraments.
It took us ages to get on with things, Nanny and I, too, as people kept stopping us and asking for things and telling us stories as we were locking up the church and collecting the cassocks for washing and such. We finally went into town for Nanny to get her pension and do a bit of shopping and then Nanny gave me a lift home, where I provided her with a video for Auntie Irene and half of the banana-sticky-toffee-croissant-pudding thing I made yesterday (recipe courtesy of Anthony Worrall Thompson and the kind people at ITV who sent it to me when I emailed asking about it) because though the recipe had said "serves four" I had mistakenly believed it meant "serves four PEOPLE" when in fact it seems to have meant "serves four Elephants, if they are particularly hungry and haven't eaten anything for several days" :P
I then pottered around a bit watching episodes of House, reading fic and.....er....stuff.
Oh! And I finally sorted out my Insurance! So from 00.01am on Thursday I AM ENSURED AND BETTY WILL BE MINE. (Betty is the name of my new car :D) I got a special sticker from Whitby of a Vampire Bat to put in her and Mrs M said she's removed all the girly fairy-sparkle bits and the "Mum's Taxi" signs all ready for me and Mr M has been made to clean it where it has been gathering dust for a few months in storage so it's all ready for me.
*nervous glee*
I'm really excited. I'm also really scared about driving it- what if the indicators are in the wrong place? The biting point? And I still need to go to the shop in Frodsham to get myself some little Blind Spot mirrors because, despite my driving instructor's efforts, I would be FAR happier reversing around objects with them there! On the bright side, I do hope the lights will be in a better place. The car I learnt to drive in (a vauxhall corsa) had the lights seperate from the levers on the wheel towards my right knee on the dash which I found particularly worrisome as to even bend to twist the knob without looking would substantially decrease my ability to SEE WHERE I WAS GOING.
Auntie Irene has been giving me a million tips about care and maintainance. Mostly the kind none of my Mum's cars have ever had because Auntie Irene inherited, at least mildly, the hereditary bug from her Father's side of being car mad (along with his side's temper, which the vast majority of the family posess-except for me). I daresay I'll have to go on a splurge and buy the things she insists are needed like special cleaner for the wheels, and special wash and waxes for the body and a little hoover for the nooks and crannies. I am mostly concerned with the fact the car has a CD player and when, exactly, I will consider myself good enough to allow myself music in the car, and when that happens if there is any gadget I can buy to hook up my mp3 player etc ;)
So...yes. WHEEE! CAR WILL SOON BE MINE. WATCH OUT WORLD! :D
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