Trials and tribulations

Back to work after a week on holiday. Not good. Too many emails, phone calls, messages and envelopes. Got home at 7pm, cooked dinner, and collected number 2 child from school. He's now doing his homework. Number 1 child out at the pub. Husband out at a bible study. I should be revising for my exam which is a week tomorrow but I can't concentrate. The washer has died and I can't afford a new one. I'll have to use the money I was saving for Number 1 child's university accommodation fees. This month we've had to have a new car exhaust and a new vacuum cleaner. No wonder I never have any money to spend on myself. Better start thinking positively if I'm to pass my exam.

Who'd want to marry a vicar?

Apparently many want to marry the vicar. Well my friend, don't do it! Especially if you'd like to spend time alone with him. He's on call 24/7, is provided with a house he can't afford to run and you'll have to fight off all the little old ladies who want to look after him because you obviously don't look after him properly.

A survey by the dating agency, Christian Connection, which attracted more than 300 responses found that when asked: "Would you consider marrying a full-time vicar/minister/pastor?" , more than 45 per cent said they "Would love to", while nearly 40 per cent replied that it was not what they would choose, but "if the right person came along . . ." Ten per cent said they would consider it, as long as they could live their own life.

bloody church bells

I'm turning into a grumpy old women! What is it about church bells? Why do they insist on ringing peals for just about anything? I've got a thumping headache and they insist on ring the bells because it's the Queen's birthday. Except that it isn't, yet, and she wont even hear them. It's like buying someone a present, feeling all warm about doing so, but not giving them the present. What's the point? They ring them for birthdays, weddings, funerals, anniversaries, ordinations, deaths, births and any other reason they can think of. But no one knows what the occasion is because it all sounds the same and it's bloody loud when you live next door to the church. If I played heavy metal music at the same decibels I'd get an ASBO!