Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
It has just crossed my mind
...another advantage of the new Anglican provisions,
My chances of marrying an Anglican vicar have just risen exponentially.
I've always wanted to be the vicar's wife and live in a nice English parish and, basically, live in a Barbara Pym novel.
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It couldn't happen to a more excellent woman.
ReplyDelete(Promptly abolish all committees and institute a reign of terror over the parish fair.)
Can I move to your village? And knit things for jumble sales? And have angst about what to serve the visiting seamstress for tea? - Karen
ReplyDeleteY'all have got the idea straight away. I knew I could count on my very clever regulars.
ReplyDeleteMay all your dreams come true!
ReplyDeleteNo, no, no, an Elizabeth Goudge novel! You'd be perfect.
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