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Date: 26 February 2007 17:57:10
At the moment, 2 very important licences are moving. First of all, my PDI licence to give instruction arrived in the post at the weekend. This is all very exciting as it means I'm raring to go for next Monday. I've spoken to the office and they already have a few pupils lined up for me. My order for a Clio went all pear shaped though. When I told the Boss Man what I'd ordered, he insisted I change it for a Vauxhall Corsa. The thing is, I don't really want a Corsa. I've nothing against them as such. In fact, I find them really nice cars to drive. My objection is because of the appalling service I received from the local Vauxhall main dealer the last time around. Their bumbling around and general level of incompetence cost me somewhere in the region of £700 in lost earnings and I don't want to get stung again. However, he's the boss (even though it's my money we're talking about here) so I ordered myself a Corsa instead. About an hour ago, the bloke from the leasing company called to say he'd managed to get me a new 07 plate Corsa with only 2500 on the clock, Air Con, sunroof, electric windows etc. This for the same price as a 12 month old car, which is what I would normally have expected for the price I'm paying. I pick it up on Saturday.
The other licence is, of course, my Reader's licence. I met with the Vicar on Friday to draw up a working agreement and I am to be licenced to the parish on 29th April. I'm also helping out with the youth group with a view to possibly taking over full responsibility for it. (YIKES) In the meantime, although technically I'm not licensed at the moment, I'm preaching this Sunday at a friend's church. S is one of my oldest friends. We've known each other since we were 12 and he was my best man when I got married. He's now Vicar of a church over in North London. We don't get to see each other very often, so every now and again he invites me to preach in his church as an excuse for us to go out for a meal or drink together. I suppose I really ought to get writing my sermon instead of blogging.
In other news, I cut myself shaving this morning. This wasn't the normal nick out of the cheek that bleeds for a little while and doesn't hurt too much. Oh no. I managed to cut a chunk out of my bottom lip. Well, it was a nick really, but it felt like a chunk and it bloody hurt and wouldn't stop bleeding. (The beloved informed me that this is due to the high number of blood vessels in the lips. I'll take her word for that). Well, eventually the bleeding stopped until I had a hot cup of coffee which made it start again. It's still a little painful and a have a large unpleasant scabby looking thing on my bottom lip, so no salt & vinegar crisps for me in the pub tonight.