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Date: 09 November 2009 14:28:47
I hurtled down to Westminster Cathedral at lunchtime, St Paul's bookshop was (a) open (b) had the right Bible, and (c) it was £10 cheaper than the Oratory in Oxford. Woo, and, indeed, hoo.
I also acquired a bonus Our Lady of Walsingham prayer card.
I had to go to the bank to pay some cheques in on the way, and the queue was absolutely enormous, with only two out of the eight cashiers' windows open (it was cheques for work, so I couldn't use the machine).
I freely admit that my constant prayer is "God grant me patience, and grant it me now." I hate waiting in queues and if you want to get me absolutely incandescent, start walking in front of me really, really slowly in such a manner that I can't get past you, so you can imagine how thrilled I was at this state of affairs.
However, I always carry a book with me, so I yanked out Dante's Paradiso and started reading, because it was either that or mutter a lot.
And then a bell rang, deep in the bowels of the bank's back office, a door opened, and enough staff to fill all the empty cashiers' windows appeared.
Passive-aggressive literacy for the win. :)