Getting through the door.
Firstly, I'm not completely on my own. Somebody has "got me through the door". I first enquired because I intended to take my Ukrainian guest there and did so. Prior to that, the heady heights of the Catholic Church were miles out of reach for the likes of me. Our first visit a few weeks ago didn’t please me greatly. Mostly because of my own perceptions, which is generally the cause of disappointment. And disappointed I was. Having initially hoped to brush up on my Latin, in candlelight of course. I suppose I thought the priests would all be hooded black and red with gold bands and swinging round frankincense within engraven golden spheres in time with the church bells. I thought the congregation would all be chanting and rocking and that the choir well I don’t know what I thought about the choir but I can tell you it was dreadful. Which is a shame because church music can be so wonderfully uplifting. So as I say my first impressions weren’t great. ...