Lourdes water

well here i am in lourdes, and all it has on is rain.It is a miracle there is any water left in the sky.
i am not going to write much becuse this silly french keyboard is a bit ofa pain to use, its ok if you whant àéç but can i find an apostrophie, no chance.
As forthe spell check!!!!

Flat Tyre and Organ Monkey

It's Sunday morning and another week-end is almost over.
Great news, Andrew phoned last night, actually he phoned a few times but I wasn't in when he first phoned and I'd forgotten to turn my mobile back on after Mass. So that was me in trouble before he even got hold of me, but as I pointed out he could of phoned me from Gibraltar if he wasn't so busy playing golf, (git! - Only joking).
That's the only problem with emails, it's not so easy to banter, because if some one doesn't hear the tone of your voice they may think your serious and if you don't correspond for a few days, you can go for ages thinking all sorts of stupid things.(Nothing new for me - i usually do go around thinking all sorts of stupid things).

Friday -
The attendance for the youth club was quite disappointing, it's funny we're getting a good turn out for the 8 -11's, but the 11+, it just keeps going wrong.
I must be doing something right though, because the Devil really seems to have it in for me at the moment. When I'm not being got at mentally, stupid little things go wrong, for instance I get to youth club on Friday, park the car, unload the car, a few minutes later one of the girls informs me I've got a flat tyre.
There it was, flat as a pancake. As it was just me and the three girls, it seemed a good opportunity to have a lesson in how to change a car tyre, the only thing is it helps if you know what your doing.
We managed to drop the spare tyre down. we even sort of got the car jacked up, but mere physical strength prevented us from removing the flat tyre. Probably a blessing really. No doubt if I'd got the spare one on, it would of gone flying off halfway home.
Accepting defeat I phoned the AA.
Actually it's what you might call a Serendipity because there is another tyre that was totally bald which to my shame I know i should of got changed a while ago, so Saturday morning, off I pop to Endyke tyre mart and get them both done. It's great, my car now drives in a straight line.
Last night Mass was celebrated by Mgr Seamus Kilbane. Last year he celebrated his golden jubilee and has chosen to celebrate Mass in each of the places he has served as priest. Apparently his first appointment as a baby curate was at Corpus Christi.
I did feel a bit of a fraud when he was thanking people he mentioned the organist. I at the moment for my sins operate the digital organ. Some people like to give it it's trade name the gulbransen, I usually refer to it as the branston pickle machine. It usually does leave me in a pickle. Some people really hate it, I wouldn't say I'm a great lover of it, however I'm sure there are a great many other sounds that are far more offensive to God.
With my Mother's musical talents I feel like I should perhaps be a little more musically inclined, but alas Mrs Pratt put paid to that a great many years ago. For a young girl to be greeted by an elderly lady in her nightie, plagued by cats jumping on the piano, and the nauseating smell of cooked fish for her cats, extinguished any musical talents I may of had long ago.
I feel I'm not destined to be the organ grinder, just the monkey. But what a great monkey I make.

After the week-end

This last week-end was one of those week-ends that are so hectic, your almost glad to go back to work for a rest.

I was a lot happier with the way the youth club went this week although i did make rather a big mistake.
Because we run the two different age groups fortnightly, this was going to be the last time the younger group met before he feast of the Ascension, so I wanted to make quite a bit about that, unfortunately I forgot that Ascension Thursday is from now on celebrated on a Sunday, I was busy reminding them how there was an important Holy day coming up next Thursday, but it's shifted. In my defence, my Diary still has it down as Thursday.

On Saturday I had an early start as I was off to York to be commissioned as an extra- ordinary minister. Had a bit of difference of opinion with the priest about receiving Communion on the tongue. He thought it would be nice if everybody would "get used to receiving on the hand."
It's a shame that some one in his position feels such repugnance at the prospect of having his finger licked, when in reality he is supposed to be acting as Christ giving himself to us.
However I do think when I'm voicing my displeasure I should perhaps wear slightly less distinctive clothes, my bright green coat didn't make for good camouflage.
All in all it was quite a nice day, (despite the above episode) met a lovely lady named Clare.
After taking the "Scenic" route home I made it back just in time for Mass, although I missed the first hymn.
Round to James And Ella's for a Euro vision party. Had a lovely evening despite the eurovision song contest, I think the highlight of the night was Fr William's outrage at the voting tactics of our continental cousins. I was a little concerned that when Poland didn't give us any points Fr Gregory might find himself out on the streets. Luckily Ireland and Malta restored our faith in human nature.
Didn't get home until gone two as the taxi didn't show up.
Sunday was equally busy, but I can't be bothered to write any more.
Just a note about Andrew, He is now in Gibraltar and after that they are going to Egypt. Jessica is very jealous and thinks that a trip to Egypt will be wasted on him

Good Bye, Andy

A month had passed since I last blogged, I really don't know where the year is going.
We said good bye to Andy today, that's it for the next seven and a half months.
I'm actually feeling very delicate tonight, before he left I actually found myself getting upset over ironing his shirt. Don't get me wrong ironing can be upsetting at the best of times, but this was different. The realisation that I won't be ironing his clothes until December made me iron them on this occasion with the most tender loving care. I wouldn't mind, he usually does his own ironing (especially as far as his uniform is concerned) as I put creases in all the wrong places.
Jessica was really brave until he'd just left, she ran after the car waving then came in and had a little weep.
Mum and Dad had come for dinner with the understanding that they would go just before Andy left, I must stress this understanding was between me and Mum and when at a quarter to seven Andy asked Dad if he wanted a coffee and dad said "oh yes please" I was starting to get a little agitated.
Dad had his coffee, then Mum managed to diplomatically shift him, Bless!