I'm hoping it's all beards and gold-leaf triptychs for you, JJ! So many RC churches are modern concrete, or even what my dad would call 'Nissan huts' - this is on account of the Reformation. He still gets indignant about it and used to drive through villages on holiday pointing out all the old Catholic churches which were nicked by Henry VIII and crew and which he thinks should be returned forthwith.
duchesse hurrah for your NT results, excellent!
I think the singing in traditional well-attended C of E is more enthusistic than at a lot of RC churches - at masses in my youth you'd find a long-suffering Irish priest exhorting folk to sing up, sick of singing on his own. My family would always oblige .
JW get thee to a woman armed with a scary bit of stainless steel NOW!
We could do My Best Smear Story:
I was first on the list at the clinic and a very loud, jolly doctor bundled me into a sideroom saying 'Well, the nurse is late so I may as well get started on her smear list!' which filled me with some trepidation. Then she got me in position on the bed - feet together, knees apart, dignity invisible. After lots of clanking around on the trolley next to me she started sighing and 'tsk'ing before going to the door and shouting out to the receptionist, through the waiting room:
'Margery, Margery, where are all the speculums? I've only got Giant and Virgin, and this one's neither!'
The speculums hadn't been delivered, so I whispered hopefully,
'I think I'm more virgin than giant...'
...with which, fortunately, she agreed.