Well, it had to come to this at some point in my life. Inviting the local vicar round for morning tea and biscuits so he could effectively 'vet' me and my future wife, and see whether we should be allowed to tread on the hallowed turf that is his 12th century churchyard (and indeed if we were lucky get inside his stone building!).
I was dreading the fact that in normal conversation I swear at least once in every sentence (tourettes no doubt!), but was going to have to suppress this for at least an hour. In actual fact I think I managed about 40 seconds until I uttered "bloody hell" to one of his 'break the ice' comments.
Fuck and bollocks!
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