Rest In Peace

After a long and difficult illness my Grandad, Frederick (Fred) passed away peacefully this morning. Please pray for the repose of his soul.

I've Not Blogged Off Forever

In fact I'm back in business.
Life is still hectic, but Andrew is away again for the next seven and a half months so I'll probably be updating the blog again on a regular basis. Can you believe it, our last week-end together fell on the same weekend I had to go to Maryvale for my 2nd study day.
He sailed off into the sunset on Monday, I say sunset but apparently the weather was so bad a Ship in the same area had a man overboard.
The youth club is keeping me busy, we are putting on our panto soon. It's been a total nightmare organising it. As I'm writing I can hear Jessica rehearsing the lines for the wicked Queen Belladonna.
Anyway, I'm blogging off now as I've got homework to do, but I will be back.

Mrs Most Obnoxious Blogger has put me to shame. No sooner had I dropped her off from our Maryvale study day, then off she went blogging away. So to find out how it went check out here and here
I on the other hand, was a girlie swat and did my home-work. It is taking some juggling fitting in the study time (another reason for no blog entries), but the course so far is brilliant.
I did intend to do some tonight, but my next-door neighbours are a little hard of hearing and Tony Christi doesn't inspire me to study. I did try putting the study guide to the tune of "is this the road to Amarillo" and it almost fitted.

Off To Maryvale

We're nearly at the end of September already but I still feel like I haven't got back into the swing of things.
I think I must be one of those people who need a million things happening all at once otherwise I just can't get motivated.
Mrs Lovingit and myself have enrolled in the Maryvale Certificate in Catechises course.
We're heading off tomorrow night down to Birmingham, leaving the Youth club in the hands of Mr Lovingit and Sr Brenda.
My Mum is very kindly letting me use her car. I think my parents don't believe my little green tractor would make it to Birmingham. That means Dad will be using my car, I don't know who to fear for most; Dad or the car!

Padre Pio

"The life of a Christian is nothing but a perpetual struggle against self; there is no flowering of the soul to the beauty of its perfection except at the price of pain" ( Padre Pio).

Back to Life

Just managed to survive the first night back at youth club.
It never quite goes how you plan it to go, but I think all in all the first night back wasn't too bad.
We had a screen set up so we could see the Pope in Paris. The kids watched his address of the young people. Although I missed most of it as I was in the kitchen.

Unveiling Of Plaque - St Margaret Clitherow

"Why do you always bring me to places full of old people?" Moaned Jessica.

Friday lunchtime Andy headed back down south as his summer leave ended, so we had time to bomb down the A1079 to York for the unveiling of a plaque on the Ouse bridge, to mark "near" to the place that St Margaret made the ultimate sacrifice for her faith.

(Apparently the bridge that now stands there isn't the same one and it is also not quite in the same place.)

I wish I'd known the event was happening earlier, as it would of been great to take a few more kids with me (apart from lowering the average age a little), but people like St Margret Clitherow are such a great example to them. Ordinary people showing extraordinary courage for their Love of Christ and his Church.

I suppose when your fourteen and surrounded by mature ladies in flowery skirts, it's not the sort of thing you really want to conform to. Romans 12: 1-2 Jess - St Paul is proud of you.