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Well I had a good time in Sheffield, even if I did embarrass myself a little bit as after the third cocktail my body decided to skip drunkeness and go straight to hangover so I had none of the fuzz just immediate headache followed by several (not entirely sucessful) secret trips to bathrooms to throw up before it all came out of my nose instead. Of course, once I'd been sick the headache miraculously disappeared and I was sober and alert and chirpy again...but I can't help but think that, though everyone pretended not to notice, my inability to eat + flustered dashing may have been a factor in the fact that everyone decided to leave the pub after the main course and drink tea back at the house instead...*headdesk* stupid body so ashamed.
BUT it was good seeing my friends for the first time since the wedding last year and how exciting to be starting to plan the next! So that's all good. And we played board games and really cool games using their chromecast-the first I have ever seen IRL and hooking up our phones/tablets to play which was HILARIOUS LARKS.
I've just sumbitted my two assignments (due tomorrow) to the tutor. I am sure they are not good and keep telling everyone this but inwardly I just want them to be passable and then I don't have to do anything to them. I realise this may be heavily unrealistic considering I've written them over several late and exhausted evenings and have just done the final check through whilst recovering from travel. - In fact, as I wrote this I realised that I failed to use the checklist for the second assignment so just had a quick rifle through. Fingers crossed!
When I got home I discovered Nanny had held dinner for me so got lamb and new potatoes and cabbage with home made rice pudding for afters -YUM! Before taking the dogs out for a walk, I think they missed me. Then mum dropped me off at Mass because parking is horrendous there and it's miles too far to walk. She offered to come in and, as I put it, get 'godded' twice, but I said no- she's well glad that I did as not only were all of the hymns ones she hated (and the acoustics + effort from the congregation abysmal) but instead of a homily it was a lesson from one of the teachers from my infant school about the new Safeguarding Team which not only bored everyone to tears (especially as I HEAR IT IN WORK OKAY) but was tailored as if to an audience like MY WORK and therefore wholly unaccessible to a mixed congregation ("there are online assessments you can complete" for crying aloud, 80% of the congregation are computer illiterate FFS). Anyway it was drek and I feel awful about it but since St Raphael's has been left for rats to gnaw its bones my whole heart has gone out of it all. The community is gone and what is left is cold comfort. I still go because I am hoping that this is a phase I'm going through, that if I keep on going and just keep trying it'll click again. I still do believe, but I am also filled with private worry and doubt, and frustrated by the way nothing that goes on around me does anything but feed those doubts and fears. All we get is bad singing and hellfire and brimstone. Urgh.
(Seriously, as Mass last week we got a lecture on the -genuine- hierarchy of angels. I had to zone out or risk errupting in giggles with mum with Night Vale quotes:
"The city council would like to remind you about the Tiered Heavens, and the Hierarchy of Angels. The reminder is that you should not know anything about this. The structure of heaven and the angelic organizational chart are privileged information known only to the city council members on a need-to-know basis. Please, do not speak to or acknowledge any angels that you might come across while shopping at the Ralph's or at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. They only tell lies, and do not exist. Report all angel sightings to the city council for treatment." - Welcome To Night Vale- Pilot.
BUT it was good seeing my friends for the first time since the wedding last year and how exciting to be starting to plan the next! So that's all good. And we played board games and really cool games using their chromecast-the first I have ever seen IRL and hooking up our phones/tablets to play which was HILARIOUS LARKS.
I've just sumbitted my two assignments (due tomorrow) to the tutor. I am sure they are not good and keep telling everyone this but inwardly I just want them to be passable and then I don't have to do anything to them. I realise this may be heavily unrealistic considering I've written them over several late and exhausted evenings and have just done the final check through whilst recovering from travel. - In fact, as I wrote this I realised that I failed to use the checklist for the second assignment so just had a quick rifle through. Fingers crossed!
When I got home I discovered Nanny had held dinner for me so got lamb and new potatoes and cabbage with home made rice pudding for afters -YUM! Before taking the dogs out for a walk, I think they missed me. Then mum dropped me off at Mass because parking is horrendous there and it's miles too far to walk. She offered to come in and, as I put it, get 'godded' twice, but I said no- she's well glad that I did as not only were all of the hymns ones she hated (and the acoustics + effort from the congregation abysmal) but instead of a homily it was a lesson from one of the teachers from my infant school about the new Safeguarding Team which not only bored everyone to tears (especially as I HEAR IT IN WORK OKAY) but was tailored as if to an audience like MY WORK and therefore wholly unaccessible to a mixed congregation ("there are online assessments you can complete" for crying aloud, 80% of the congregation are computer illiterate FFS). Anyway it was drek and I feel awful about it but since St Raphael's has been left for rats to gnaw its bones my whole heart has gone out of it all. The community is gone and what is left is cold comfort. I still go because I am hoping that this is a phase I'm going through, that if I keep on going and just keep trying it'll click again. I still do believe, but I am also filled with private worry and doubt, and frustrated by the way nothing that goes on around me does anything but feed those doubts and fears. All we get is bad singing and hellfire and brimstone. Urgh.
(Seriously, as Mass last week we got a lecture on the -genuine- hierarchy of angels. I had to zone out or risk errupting in giggles with mum with Night Vale quotes:
"The city council would like to remind you about the Tiered Heavens, and the Hierarchy of Angels. The reminder is that you should not know anything about this. The structure of heaven and the angelic organizational chart are privileged information known only to the city council members on a need-to-know basis. Please, do not speak to or acknowledge any angels that you might come across while shopping at the Ralph's or at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. They only tell lies, and do not exist. Report all angel sightings to the city council for treatment." - Welcome To Night Vale- Pilot.
