“In unrelated news, we’ll be holding a First Aid class in the church hall on Thursday evening…”
My experience of nuns driving is that it’s a test of faith: either they KNOW God will look after them, or they’re desperately timid and can wait five minutes to pull out onto an empty road.
Anyone who has lived near Ampleforth will tell you that priests are worse, but in the first category. It’s all a bit like the was-it-Templar thing about the greater the sin you take to the table, the greater the Lord is shown to be when He forgives you: the worse you drive, the greater the Lord is shown to be when you don’t get yourself killed.
Yerrrk. We have similar, albeit probably a bit less icy. It’s not pleasant, though; and the young woman sitting outside the Tesco looked perished. Heartbreaking. She seemed to want dog-food more than anything for herself. Dog got food, of course, but I gave her a couple of bars of chocolate anyway. The bloody coffee machine in there was broken, and I am sure she could have done with something warm.
More importantly, should keep the rain out of the Drink, dahlink.