I'm becomming as reliable as a car made by British Leyland...

Sorry, I really have become an unreliable blogger lately. Last night was set to be my first on time post for a while, until I had experienced an unfortunate event. Due to legal reasons, I am not in a position to say what that was. I can say that no one has been injured, no property has been damaged, and I am absolutely fine.

But there were still some very bloggable parts of last week.

I started the week by helping my Mum's church youth grouup out, by providing transport to their residential visit. Once again, Ernie was fully loaded up (full roofrack and boot), towing a full trailer (although not Bernie, my trailer), with three passengers. Many of the staff were impressed that such a feet was capable with my old Ernie the Escort. 'Not bad for a 22 year old car, eh?' The parents of some of the kids were less than impressed however.

Angmering is reasonably well to do area, and many of the parents clearly consider themselves above the rest of 'us'. I have never been able to read people's expressions so clearly in my entire life. Some of the parents were horrified at the thought of their little darlings being driven in this 'old heap' of a car (of which we all know Ernie isn't). There were the other parents that feared for the poor little child's brand new digital camera, that was now sitting in a bag on my roofrack. I spent the rest of the day laughing at them.

The trip went pretty well. Of course we were beaten by all the other cars, but we arrived 5/10 minutes ahead of the minibus. Admittedly we were struggling up some of the hills at the back of Brighton on the A27. I believe at one point (going up the Devil's Dyke hill), we were down to a mere 48 miles per hour. That felt slow...

I've spent most of this week just vegetating in front of the television (quite rare for me). I have spent some time getting ready for NTC camp next weekend. So the most part of this week doesn't make for interestiung reading. So I jump forward to Sunday, when we assissted our Chichester friends in their St. Georges Day parade.

As always, the kids did brilliantly (the band sounded musical, and I fear they may even have been in step...), the cathedral service was as exciting as the colour brown, and the hymns were mocked by us. I especially liked the Hymn that went 'Give me oil, in my lamp, keep it burning', which I sung-

'Give me oil in my CAR, keep it running,
Give me oil in my car, I pray,
Give me oil in my car, stop it tappeting,
Keep it running 'til the break of day!'

Well it kept us entertained anyway. But the best moment had to be on the march back from the cathedral. It was like a scene from Dad's Army. On the way back, we have to march back past all the VIPs. The VIPs stand on a raised platform, so that we can salute them (known as a march past). As I'm sure you can imagine, this is a very ceremonial part of the day. As we marched along the road (we were at the front of the parade, as we had the band), I noticed a double-decker bus come around the corner. Clearly the Police had failed to stop it (I can see why, busses are small vehicles).

So, I thought 'This is going to be interesting', as a policeman ran ahead, and directed the bus to pull in to the side if the road, out of the way of the procession. And so, the bus pulled in - right iun front of the VIP's stand. By this time we were getting very close, getting geared up ready to salute. Now there was a huge great bus in the way. I was gleefully chuckling, as a herd of gold chained VIPs rushed to the front of the bus, to receive their salute. Bloomin hillarious.

Well that's been most of my week. I hope you are all well, and don't forget to tune in next week, when a post might event appear on time!

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Quote of the Week: 'Er, control? Yeah, we have the lady back to her address, but she has now decided to be extremely intoxicated... and... annoying' said one harrassed Police Officer, as his colleague and him struggled to drag a very drunk alcoholic back into her flat. This quote of the week narowly beat 'She sure is a big unit' by the other officer.