life in the darkness

I really enjoyed Walsingham. Such a lovely weekend with lovely people! People who I have made friends with and who’s memories I will treasure. People I will endeavour to keep in touch with as much as possible. Thank you for the singing. Thank you for the compliments. Thank you for the friendship, the acceptance. For allowing me to be myself. Thank you for the happiness. You are all a bunch of lovely people and I feel like one of the St Pauls family, as well as my st Anthony’s family. Until next time I come over to my Liverpool home. Lol! Big hugs. Once again, Thank you so so much! My faith is deeper, My spirit is stronger. My mental health is stronger. Thank you. The shrine is such a beautiful place. Quiet, peaceful and calm. A quaint little vilage in the country side of Norfolk. The staff in the hotel were outstanding. Even when someone told me to shut up when I was singing and slammed their door. That shook me up a little bit. A nice break to get away from the stresses of “niversity. I love browsing in the shop at the shrine and looking at all the meddles and rosary beads. There was a miracle though. I lost my bus pass which was my ID for getting back on the plane. Worried I’d lost it for ever, I was asking around in the shops and praying I would find it. We got back on the coach, after a brilliant night at the Thursford Christmas Spectacular. Suddenly, Helen looked down the side of the seat next to me, and found the bus pass. I said to her, after a huge sigh of relief, I told you St Anthony would find it. A miracle of Walsingham. Until next year, my lovely Liverpool family.