The priest is a Dj

I started off today by reminding myself how unfit I am and I am now paying for it.

Scarlett had a ballet lesson this morning in Ferring. Ok I thought, I will cycle, it's not far.

Yea, turns out it takes sooo much longer when riding in heeled knee high boots and when you haven't worked out in a while. Pain is not the word for what I feel in my legs and bum right now.

Scarlett typically didn't want to join in the ballet lesson. She said she liked watching and wants to go again next week. Hopefully she will join in then else it's an expensive non hobby. Perhaps it's my fault, when asked if I wanted to join in I politely declined. Well I didn't want to be embarrassing! 

So after the excruciating cycle ride home, I went on my driving lesson. I now looove driving and am gently persuading my dad to let me drive his Audi. No does not always mean no in my book.

Then this afternoon I just mustered enough energy to go to a childrens party at church with my Mum.

We arrived and I immediately wanted to leave. There were boys screaming and running around, I felt like I was in hell, which was apt as I was in a church....oh oops sorry God. 

I noticed a few kids had presents and I asked my mum if we were gatecrashing a childs party. She assured me we weren't....hmmm.

Ten minutes later (thankfully) we were told we had in fact gategrashed a birthday party and ours was in the next room. We went in and what I saw made my day.

The priest was the Dj and was bopping along to One Direction and Miley Cyrus.
I actually ended up having a really lovely afternoon even though I spent it in a church.

That's not being blasphemous it's just I've never spent that long in one and had such fun.

If God is a DJ, I hope I don't end up in hell.