Not only do they queue out the door for the Eucharist, they queue up to get in! I got there just as the bells were ringing and my 'best seat in the house' is now routinely taken. I went further the front, only two rows back. What an absolutely packed church. Can't believe it still. Not all old ladies either, or Eastern Europeans either, there's modern young people from all over. So many children, carrying candlesticks and doing a noticeboard. Its lovely. I just love that church. Talk about a secret club. The priest notices me you know, one can sense him taking note of my presence. Last time I was there, when they said Father Patrick was leaving, I heard some hinterland chatter that he would never be replaced, its impossible and we'd all been so lucky and isn't it a shame and things were getting a bit doom gloomy so I distanced myself from the talk. I'm not interested in the ins and outs of the committee etc. But it did make me think, what a shame. The t...