Preaching with a purpose

We decided to go away for the weekend to see how we got on with important things like snoring!! In lots of ways the weekend was a disaster, but we got on well with each other and the snoring from both of us was moderate.  We spent Saturday afternoon in Bath at the Christmas Fair.  It was crowded and rainy.  I bought a wooden puzzle of Britain for my grandson and my friend bought a jar of pickle.  The rain got worse and we decided to go into the Abbey.  It seemed that everyone had the same idea.  We filled the Abbey where a carol service was just beginning. We made our soggy way back to the bus stop but had to wait for our coach to come.  We drove for an hour to an hotel.  This was fine for the night but breakfast was a shambles and we missed out on toast.  Next we journeyed to the Cotswolds which was fine.  When we arrived at our home bus stop we thought our problems were over but the taxi took us several miles out of our way before we were able to put him right.  We were meant to go t

First I had to cope with the ticket machine.I made a mess of putting in my password. I was either pressing the letters and numbers too hard or too soft.  Eventually I mastered it and walked away with my tickets, only to find a young lady chasing after me because I had left some tickets behind. Having survived this I crossed over the bridge and waited for my train.  I am always excessively early for things like this.  I boarded the train and had an uneventful ride to Plymouth.  I soon found my way by foot to the place I knew I would find the Mayflower building. I had looked it up on the internet.  The building I had thought was the right one was clad in scaffolding and there seemed no way in.  Next door was The Salvation Army building so I decided to ask them for directions.  The building I wanted was on the other side of the S.A. building. I went in and asked the security man where I would find the passport office.  He directed me upstairs.  I took a look at the right door and then cam

It took me three times to get my passport application filled out correctly.  The first time I presented it at the Post Office I realized my counter-signatory had allowed his signature to go outside of the box provided, so that was no good.  I returned to him a few days later with instructions to get it right!  I presented the new form to the Post Office only to find I had used the old date we had previously signed but a newer date elsewhere. Also I had not given my previous names in the right section.  You might think that I would give up, after all I had survived 69 years without foreign travel!  But no, I was determined.  A third attempt was successful.  But now there was another hurdle to be jumped.  After a few days I received a letter stating that as  this was my first ever application for a passport I would have to have an interview.  This was to take place in Plymouth.  I arranged a date and then set about getting a train ticket for Plymouth.  I did this on the internet.  I will

About two years previously to me deciding I wanted to go to Russia, a friend had asked me if I would go to Canada with her.  It was a lovely idea but far too expensive so we had shelved the idea unless I came in for a windfall, an unexpected amount of cash coming my way.  The cost of going to Russia was much more achievable.  I asked my friend to accompany me not really expecting her to want to come.  At first she was taken aback but soon became very interested and we began looking at brochures together.  Eventually be decided on a company called Titan who were doing a boat trip from St Petersburg to Moscow down the rivers and canals.  It was an 11 day trip and although it was dearer than some 7 or 8 day holidays it took you through more scenery and interesting places and provided breakfast, lunch and dinner, whereas the other apparently cheaper holidays were hotel, bed and breakfast, so one had to find other meals. Having decided what we wanted to do we had to get passports.  I had ne