And I thought I'd escaped it!
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Date: 17 May 2006 16:55:11
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I've just found out that The Da Vinci Code is being featured in church in a few weeks time. As in a thousand other churches the length and breadth of the Christian universe no doubt. Now I suppose I'll have to stop procrastinating and read the wretched thing! (I borrowed Mstr Miff's copy months ago, but only got a couple of chapters in before giving up). He's happy to lend it out again, though not particularly thrilled by my reference to someone's statement that the conspiracy theory business was full of more holes than a swiss cheese. Retorted that Christians who believe that God told an old man to build an ark and stuff it full of animals were hardly qualified to comment about conspiracy theories. In vain I tried to protest that we're not all THAT type of Christian, (apostate alert, apostate alert!) but it was no good. He's 16 years old, sitting GCSE RE in a few weeks time, and he KNOWS.
We've not yet found out if Ms Miff got her steel drum. (yes, really!). She was originally pipped at the post, but then informed us later that the person who outbid her wasn't a serious contender. So who knows? Once she moves back for the summer, Maison Miffy may be filled with the sound of music. Tch! Children nowadays! We made do with upturned saucepans and a wooden spoon in our day none of this...grumble, grumble...
And on the seabird front? Terminal embarrassment. I mean, really, really terminal. As in a passing seagull depositing a desposit on one's new hairdo. There is a meeting tonight. At least I thought that there was a meeting tonight. I'd written it in my diary. And I'd even managed to arrange a lift.
So - picture the scene after tea LAST night. There I was slumped at the kitchen table hair askew and face that'd not seen makeup since dawn; terminal backache, and the jeans I'd worn to work covered in stains of dubious origin and dog and cat hairs - when the phone rang. Guess what? Yes! My lift! They'd been waiting ten minutes and were just about to give me up. Aaagh! Discombobulation wasn't the half of it. I've never moved so fast in my life - backache notwithstanding. Leapt into the car, and in minutes was nursing said backache (and post teatime indigestion) along the winding country lanes of ... well...along the winding country lanes of the county that I happen to reside in.
Hardly an auspicious start. And it took me a good half hour, a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit before I was in any frame of mind to be able to even begin to concentrate on the theme of the evening, 'Peace, Justice and the Integrity of Creation.'
Sloth - 60% wasn't it, in that questionaire? Hmmm...I wonder if middle-aged ammnesia counts as a sin?