Today Wondergirl and I headed off to the City of Manchester for their University Open Day. It has been a long time since i have visited Manchester and i have never driven there previously, so i was quite anxious, but thankfully, there was only one aggressive, maniacal driver who beeped his horn and stuck his fingers up at me repeatedly (and rather aggressively) because I wouldn’t break the speed limit when he was up the arse of my car trying to make me go faster. I wanted to be charitable, really i did, but as he overtook me on the inside lane i think i called him a ‘tosser’ and said ‘up yours too!’
God knows this holiness lark is bloody difficult at times.
Besides that, we got there safely (and returned safely). The time we spent attending talks by lecturers about the various courses on offer, were very interesting and i found myself wishing i was in a position to apply there myself! Who knows, maybe one day heh? It’s out of the question really, but it got me thinking how education is a wonderful thing and how fortunate we are to have such a wealth of access to education in the West. When i read or hear the stories about how people in poorer countries have to make a very real sacrifice to their families income to allow a child to go to school to learn even the very basics of education…and all the while there are so many of our kids here in the West squandering their opportunities to learn.
Just. Like. I. Did.
The day involved a lot of walking along gusty, leaf strewn roads and walkways that were bustling with life and anticipation….there was lots of trying to suss out the rather miniscule map of the area so we could get from one huge Mancunian building to another and then to another and then another…trying to get to each of the talks before the lecture halls were packed and doors closed. We didn’t get to one of the talks because it overlapped with another we were attending and sometimes the buildings were about 10-15 minutes walk from one another which meant the lecture halls were already full by the time we got there.
But guess what?
Whose beautiful face greeted us as we were making our way along the Oxford Road?
The face of St. Therese of Lisieux!
No i didn’t see an apparition, but there were many, many large and very lovely banners featuring St. Therese quotations and images of her and they were hung from each of the large lamp posts. In fact, I think it was just as we left the Academy (student union and bar – we needed to make use of the powder room – the loos were gross actually) that we saw, just on the other side of the Oxford Road, a Catholic Church which had an enormous banner of the face of St. Therese on its external wall. The banners were all there to bring awareness of the relics of St. Therese that are currently in the country and had, i believe, been in Manchester towards the end of September.
I wish I’d have taken my camera, i did think about it this morning but i thought ‘no, there won’t be time for taking photographs!’
Anyway, forgive my rambling but it was all too cool not to share!