Alice's Christening

Lots to catch up on, following a whirlwind tour of England, punctuated by the momentous event of Alice's baptism. Hours of preparation and UN-style peace talks had gone into co-ordinating and organising the day, which arrived in a swirl of cloud and arctic temperatures. The southerners shivered their way up the M6 to the lights of Bolton and were treated to the sight of Alice and her cousin Emilia Kitty Greeerrrrce being dunked by a retired postman who began the service with the words, "Ah'm not you-sally allahed to dooo baptisms"...

Of course the northern rellies didn't think that Fred Dibnah accent intoning the words of the sacred rite was that funny, but it was a lovely reward for those who had been through 8 hour motorway journeys. Auntie Ruthy giggled along and was heard offering members of the congregation "tea-keerrrks" during the Peace.

Alice and Milly behaved very nicely during the service and Alice particuarly enjoyed head banging to Shine Jesus Shine. Despite the vicar's best efforts to the contrary - "Ah think we'll do the water now. Orrh. And Ah think Ah'm supposed to give yoooo a candle" - it went all went without a hitch. We had a birr'ova do afterwards with a lovely spread and were glad to avoid the wuthering wintery weather outside.

Pretty dress and godparents











The Golden Girls get reacquainted.