I'm swimmimg in the rain, just swimming in the rain.

Well, what can I say; WE'RE FLOODED. The water came in about midnight last night.
I first noticed the dark damp stain on the front room carpet, which gradually grew.
The kitchen floor started making alarming creaking noises and is totally bowed.
It's quite funny really because when we first got the wooden floor put down, Andy would get highly stressed if I so much as dripped a drop of water on the floor. Well sorry to tell you darling, but the kitchen floor got more than a little damp last night. Imagine my surprise this morning when I opened my bedroom curtains and actually saw a fish swimming down the street. Now that's not something you see everyday.
One neighbour had his canoe out, with a little imagination you could almost think your in Venice.
It's nice to see the way people deal with these situations. I think it really brings out the best in people, and helps to make them realise the things that are really important. If only for a short time. If only we could all be like that all the time, wouldn't the world be a better place?

Rained Off

Due to the severe weather conditions (it's rained a bit and half the countries grounded to a halt) I find my plans have changed, so that leaves me free to catch up with all the really important things I NEED to do. Blogging however isn't one of them.
However, we did have rather a good time yesterday celebrating the birthday of St John the Baptist. To find out more check out the link to catholic and lovingit. I don't know where they get the time to blog with such dedication.

Life goes on

Once again, nearly a month has passed and I'm bloggless. So much has happened I don't really know where to start.
I did want to write more about Lourdes, but it seems like a distant memory.
I've even almost blocked out the feeling of perpetual soggyness. Certain special moments I will always cherish; the grotto at night, especially when the Blessed sacrament was exposed, time spent in the Blessed Sacrament tent, the very personal Mass said in the hotel chapel on our final day.
I certainly discovered faults in myself that i didn't realise I had.
I suppose you could say that for a pilgrimage, it was quite successful.A good balance of peace and penance. Well perhaps at times there was a little more penance than I cared for, but as Our Lady asks for it thrice over who am I to complain.

On the family front, Andrew is now heading towards Muscat. I've not spoken to him in a million years, but apparently he's reading my blog, so "hello darling."
I'm trying to tidy up the back garden, I've hired a skip. All I need now is some spare time to fill it. It's really annoying when you can see what wants doing, but your physical strength holds you up. I spent ages trying to drag this battered old plastic barrel round to the skip, and nearly killed myself heaving it into it. I'll just start getting the garden looking moderately tidy then I'll realise the untidy fairies have wrecked the house. Well actually that's probably me and Jess, but how does it happen?

The youth club is still holding it's head above water. It's not quite as good as I would like, but it's stuff that hopefully will work out in time.

Work is just CRAP!