tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17218624.post3731713389589322726..comments2024-03-29T09:44:58.143+00:00Comments on Finding life hard?: I can understand the cover-up but why a parrot in church?Liz Hindshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04646532093872561703noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17218624.post-67262447391878177392016-01-21T23:12:39.528+00:002016-01-21T23:12:39.528+00:00Your drawing looks as if it could be the tabernacl...Your drawing looks as if it could be the tabernacle with a cloth covering. Not as common as in older church architecture and decor, but possible. Unless there was actual parrot squawking.Katneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13399336885633739593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17218624.post-38169890114948612272016-01-21T18:44:36.607+00:002016-01-21T18:44:36.607+00:00That sounds like a big cage, MrsN. How big was the...That sounds like a big cage, MrsN. How big was the parrot?!<br /><br />I loved fish fingers and indeed still enjoy chicken nuggets, Nick.<br /><br />Let's go for it, Rose.Liz Hindshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04646532093872561703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17218624.post-26275842690283325862016-01-21T14:08:57.376+00:002016-01-21T14:08:57.376+00:00Perhaps the bird cage was there for a sermon later...Perhaps the bird cage was there for a sermon later? Our pastor uses all kinds of props for children's sermons. I bought a Fitbit for myself several months ago, but all it does is remind me each time I check it what a slug I am:) Just starting to get back into reading blogs again and catching up--I like your slogan "This is the first day of the rest of my life." Thanks for that, Liz; I'm going to remind myself of that each new morning!Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384059342847120951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17218624.post-13258759543064875082016-01-21T11:41:13.939+00:002016-01-21T11:41:13.939+00:00Children nowadays - so picky with their food. When...Children nowadays - so picky with their food. When I was a kid, you ate what was on your plate and that was that. And it wasn't a question of forcing it down my throat either. As far as I recall, I actually enjoyed what I was given. Fish fingers were a big favourite!nickhttp://nickhereandnow.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17218624.post-85477700538851156862016-01-21T10:08:49.127+00:002016-01-21T10:08:49.127+00:00This brought memories of a parrot tale! We had a p...This brought memories of a parrot tale! We had a pick up a few years back. On one occasion Jon had dropped me off outside the local supermarket. When I came out there was a 4 foot cage in the back of the picj up and a youth sitting with Jon (3 seater pickup) He had asked Jon for a lift with the parrot! Strange but true! (Ex-pupil) didn't know who he had asked till I came out of the shop. Small world eh?mrsnesbitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16882736507772457598noreply@blogger.com