The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Who's that knocking at my door?
Yesterday morning I decided that instead of going to the temple of God I'd pay homage at the temple of Mammon (Sainsburys). I was just leaving the house when I was pounced upon by Jehovah's Witnesses. 'Oh no!' I thought. 'It's a sign: I should be in church!'
I didn't really. But it did make me smile in a sort of 'serves me right' way.
I suppose the JWs have worked out that good Christians will be in church on a Sunday morning so won't be at home to argue with them.