Yoblog - Musings of a Church Youth Officer

In this life we all have good days and bad days. Yesterday was not one of my better ones.  It was one of those rare days when I went out of church feeling worse than when I had gone in, having unwittingly managed to offend a couple of people.

My husband sent me off in the evening to an ecumenical service to “try again”.  When you are bi-lingual there is always the opportunity to say the wrong thing.  The fact that he struggles between ‘ecumenical’ and ‘economical’ is forgiveable and I like envisaging what an economical service would comprise.  Tesco value wine? Playing the organ with one finger?  The other two words he has confused with much worse social consequences are “obesity” and “beastiality”.  It still makes me cringe to think about the deafening silence created in a conversation… I’ve also had my moments when speaking German and unwittingly told my mother in law the equivalent of “shut the f*ck up” rather than “please don’t say that”.

But then yesterday afternoon, I think I got to the ‘bottom’ of my bad day. 

I’d put my pants on back to front.