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Date: 28 February 2005 21:50:19
I've realised that my mention of 'Je t'aime' blog may have given you a slightly misleading impression as to my age. I'm not THAT old. Given that I was in the 5th and 6th form back in the days of scarce pocket money and vinyl records. Plus that record player was extremely rickety. In any case, our collection had been handed down to us by 'old girls.'
Wibblethorpe and Jack the Lass - can you explain why you've both paid so many visits to my blog over the last couple of days? Not that I don't feel honoured, you understand; I'm just curious as to why the sudden interest. Unless of course you're representatives of OffBlog making a spot inspection. ;)
The slime monster's days are numbered, I'm pleased to report. Managed to get through church yesterday with the aid of a puff (of inhaler) beforehand and a handful of Fishermans Friends during. Then having studiously avoided coughing into either hands or tissues (the resultant action must have made me resemble our cat trying to bring up a hairball), I got to communion and completely forgot to intinct the wafer, thus spreading my germs to all and sundry, (for that read half of centre aisle right - average age 70) Oops!
Let's hope that the composition of your average communion wine includes a generous dash of oraldene then. Drifting off on a tangent, it's only since we moved back to the UK that I've learnt that communion wine is classified as ecclesiastical supplies, and is bought in specially. At my previous church whoever was down on the rota for that Sunday had to supply a bottle (or two) from their own store. I spent many an hour agonizing over the selection in our local Auchan superstore. For those of you who've delved into the subject - there's a subtle moral and spritual dilemma here. Do I splash out on a bottle of piffly appelation controlee high quality stuff, bankrupt myself in the process, yet have everyone marvelling at my good taste? Especially as any leftovers were used up in the post- service coffee hour. (No, don't worry - only the unconsecrated wine was used for this). Or would this be - horrors - setting a precedent that others would be forced to follow? On the other hand, were I to bring along some cheap plonk - aren't I running the opposite risk; of being seen to devalue the significance of this solemn and sacred occasion......HELP!!!! Of course Mr Miff was no help whatsoever here, as he flatly refused to let me sneak anything out of his carefully managed cellar.
I bet you they don't cover this one on the Alpha Course!