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Sunday 27th November 2005
      
So . . . a few things happened today. As usual, we went to M****'s church for the eleven o'clock service. I'm gradually beginning to understand why M**** insists that A****** goes along to this: it's because she wants A****** christened, but in order to have the local priest do that, she feels it only polite that herself and A****** have been regular church-goers in the months immediately preceeding the christening (note I've deliberately excluded myself from any of this . . . I have yet to grasp the purpose of christening . . . if indeed there is any). I think that's how it goes anyway. M**** always thinks I'm arguing with her whenever I try to pick her brain about the nuances of Catholicism ("So the rice paper becomes the body of Jesus when you swallow it then? Right . . . I see. But it's only the Anglican church that sees this as symbolic. You Catholics think the rice paper REALLY becomes the body of Jesus. Oh-kaaaaay."), but I'm really just trying to make sense of it all. We had to drive to the service . . . well, we didn't have to. What am I on about? But we did drive. It was cold and raining (albeit lightly), so we drove. In the afternoon, we drove to Skipton to meet Helen and Stu and had a pub lunch there. We got back home at about 17:35, and there was Dave (see photos above) waiting on the doorstep (we were five minutes late). I joked with M**** on the way back from Skipton that Dave would be there on our doorstop . . . but I was joking. Anyway . . . the rest of the evening got a bit confused, on account of me drinking a few too many of curiously strong beer (one was 15% ABV) and M**** slugging back the red wine. A******'s bath was a tad later than usual, but hey . . .
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