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 Who's Cathy Brown? Evidently she was my flat mate! I'm sure the boys will fill me in on Friday. RBB gave me a one hour window to accept his offer of a ride. That's OK I'll just bowl in after work about 2pm under my own steam. I've nothing planned on Friday except picking up my new glasses. Not that I really need them; I'm hoping they might just sharpen things a bit especially when driving.

Have you got a marriage license? I was thinking yesterday that life would be a lot easier if we had a license to marry , like a driver's licence or passport. Everybody seems so confused about who is married or who can. Many Catholics don't realize that they can only marry another Catholic. Now don't start yelling at me and writing angry blogs. It's the truth! A baptized Catholic can only marry another  baptized catholic without special permission from the bishop. That is just a fact. That sounds simple but it quickly gets very complicated with hundreds of permutations. If every Catholic just got a license saying that they are 'clear' to get married or be married in the Catholic Church things would be easier.  Of course if you have renounced your baptismal vows then it doesn't matter because your conscience is free ... good luck.

I lost my cool at a meeting yesterday. A wannabe supervisor called a meeting! Yes, just another cleaner calls a meeting on 'company' time. I thought maybe it was a union thing.But no, she wanted to complain about the real supervisor, who I get along with very well. She started using plurals like 'we' and 'our' so I interrupted her and said she wasn't talking for me so please use 'I'. She rattled on about her completely distorted view of why there was a mix up over relief while two cleaners were off work. She tried to make out that she had authority because the manager had asked her to assemble a few electrical appliances for 'tagging'. I said I'd been asked to do the same thing and didn't get a big head over it and start lording it over the other staff. Eventually she started talking in a foreign language which four of the six at the meeting spoke. I listened patiently for a while with no idea what she was saying then raised my hands and said that we are in New Zealand and we speak English and then walked out. So it goes.

Have fun and get that marriage license sorted.