Bishops and other interruptions to a quiet sunday..

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Date: 01 December 2002 21:22:00

Actually, not a quiet Sunday at all. Confirmations at Church, and guess who had the 'honour' of being the Bishop's chaplain? Honestly, can't even wipe yer nose on the sleeve of yer surplice without being noticed when you're in such a prominent position. Not that I would, of course -just a f'rinstance!

Many thanks for all comments to previous entries. Have had the alcoholic drink that was suggested - and then had several more, just to check that the advice was good. (It was!) Gnome - I have given my son the numbers of many local taxi services, but it costs £10 for a ten minute ride home, and as he only makes £18 for his shift at work, I have decided to help where I can, and moan loudly each time!

Glad I beat those of you with red pens to it over the 'responses' entry. I am suitable ashamed of myself, honestly.

Am I 'the' Lyra, you ask. Hmmm..

How many are there?

Well, if you mean the Lyra on the Ship of Fools, who appears sporadically, and then gets so busy (not because of bad organisational skills, obviously) that she disappears for weeks again, then yes, I am she!

Well, am now off to deal with distraught 15 year old who has just split up with his girlfriend. Ah, young love. Who wouldn't go back to those halcyon days of youth? No - don't all shout together. Hell, wasn't it!