the language of heaven
Oh god. I made a typical blunder in church on Sunday. Yes, church. (Head of the Christian Union Hannah wanted the flatmates and I to come to her baptism). After the ceremony we talked about whether she'd stay in Wales after graduation or not. She's from Newport in South Wales but she doesn't speak Welsh. Anyway, somehow I blurted, "Well, if Welsh is the language of Heaven, you're fucked!"
I must have thought I was being funny, but I was immediately shocked at myself, especially since Edd had asked me to remind HIM not to blaspheme during the service, and since Hannah's whole family were standing around. Miraculously, Hannah seemed to have missed my comment. Later Grace asked if she'd really heard my correctly, which she had. I've never seen her laugh so hard in my life. Ah, good times.
I must have thought I was being funny, but I was immediately shocked at myself, especially since Edd had asked me to remind HIM not to blaspheme during the service, and since Hannah's whole family were standing around. Miraculously, Hannah seemed to have missed my comment. Later Grace asked if she'd really heard my correctly, which she had. I've never seen her laugh so hard in my life. Ah, good times.