It all started on Thursday when we went to Thorpe Park to celebrate Matty's birthday with a whole bunch of people and had a wikid day on the rollercoasters there. Exhausted and voiceless by the end of that little venture we made our way back to Thame for a bbq but were all late because of the traffic getting back out of London. After a bit of a barbie I headed into Thame for a special church service type thing in the town hall, I arrived just as the guy finished speaking and hung around for a couple of hours talking to people and praying until the entire group had had this bloke pray for them (seriously, pretty much everyone) not to be left out we headed up the front and got some prayer (we had a bet on to see who would "fall over" the quickest)
Finishing off there I headed home at about midnight to start packing for the trip, Tim was picking me up at 4 in the morning... if you're questioning the wisdom of this travel technique I just want to say it has never let me down, never pack till midnight and preferably don't sleep the nite before you fly...
4am- wake up to the sound of my fone ringing, realise several things; 1 I fell asleep about an hour ago, 2 my washing (which i put on at about midnite) is still in the dryer and not in my bag, 3 Tim is calling me from outside my house wanting to leave now, and 4 the moons gravitational pull is strong 2nite.
Me and Mim at 4.30am on our way to Stanstead airport after about an hours sleep each...
We did make it to Stanstead, on time and everything, but I have little/no recollection of the trip other than a vague sense of pain everytime I opened my eyes...
Stay tuned for Episode 2: Life in Frankie
2 comments:
Hi Zac, sounds like you continue to have a great time, it's such a blessing to be able to work in a field that you realy love and enjoy.
Can't agree about Waltzing Matilda, I quite like Advance A F, but my choice would be, I am, you are, we are Australian, it always brings tears to my eyes.
Hugs nan.
Do you still get the blessing if you wag the message? You forgot to tell us who fell over first. My friends brother used to call communion like a horse race as everyone headed up the front to collect it.
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