I am narked this morning - N said she wanted to go to Sunday school in the next village, so I set the alarm, and we trotted off there for 9.15am, only to find no other children, and a elderly be-suited lady ringing the bell who said "oh no, it was last week, it's always the third Sunday of the month". Cue us leaving again (didn't fancy controlling both DDs in an adult-only service!), and biting back "but it IS the third Sunday in the month you loon!" retort! Grrrrr.