Now just the thoughts of me and not my dog until I can persuade Husband we should get another.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Husband is a brave boy
January nature
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Fish and bits
In which all becomes clear
Is homosexuality a sin?
What they wanted at Colditz
The view from the bed
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Knitted by Nanas
Peace and love, man
The Art Deco movement and my funny eye
Friday, January 28, 2011
How to achieve stress-free productivity - or not
Horsey horsey, don't you stop
Feeding a cold
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Can't sleep at night? Is this why?
A lot of orange
I don't speak italian
Monday, January 24, 2011
Ring, ring
abuse@paypal.com
And Liz is wearing
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Anything to put off the ironing
Saturday, January 22, 2011
S**** paypal
Friday, January 21, 2011
Just a little rant
Reporting back on things
Police called, riot van outside, a normal bible study at Zac's then?
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Slow cooked Boeuf Bourgignon
Monday, January 17, 2011
How hard can it be?
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A self-indulgent post
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Do you tweet?
George and the tapdancing squirrel
Friday, January 14, 2011
2011: the year of best-laid plans?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I'm not divorced
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I'm divorced!
Letter to the church at Zac's
As I might have mentioned before, we've been studying the Book of Acts for nearly a year now. A lot of the book covers the adventures of Paul, who is also the writer of a number of letters to the early churches. Taking a leaf out of his book I felt inspired after last night to write this letter.
To the church at Zac's Place.
Your hair is long and straggly; you’re shaven-headed.
Your skin is scarred, tattooed, rough, soft as worn leather.
You smell of the street, of tobacco, of bike oil, of Special Brew.
Your clothes tell your story.
Your words, your thoughts, your actions revolve around you; your heart beats for others.
You could argue theology with the Pope; what you know of God is gleaned from the Christmas story.
You’re abusive to those who would help; you take without giving.
I think you know so little yet you know so much.
When I would judge you you surprise me with honeyed words of heavenly origin.
You’re dry, you’re drunk, you’re drugged.
You see things differently from me; we’re both seen through a mask.
Your life is in pieces, verging on the edge.
You’re straight, forthright, rude; you’re honest but must tread as if on glass lest you cause pain.
You’re artless and wise; you’re erudite and complex.
You change like the weather and you’re as constant as the sea.
You are all of this.
You have a past you’d rather forget.
You wish you were fifteen again, or ten or five - or any time before ...
You began at your beginning.
Your foundation is now, here, this minute, tomorrow, the day after.
You wish you hadn’t, didn’t, wouldn’t.
You wish you could.
You can.
You teach me, you support me, you encourage me, you lift me up.
You make me laugh, you drive me mad, you make me cry.
You are my church and I love you so much.
You are God’s church and he loves you so much more.
In which I make a culinary discovery - or two
Out of the comfort zone
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Not the most successful baking afternoon
Low fat mayonnaise and ryvita - yummy
Monday, January 10, 2011
Jesus in the toilet rolls
Sunday, January 09, 2011
How far would you go to stop a crime?
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Million pound mud hut
Pink and more pink
Friday, January 07, 2011
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
See you soon
Same old same old
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
the end of an era
Monday, January 03, 2011
Mug commits suicide
Sunday, January 02, 2011
A foggy day in Devon
It's a fascinating place though. Managed by the Forestry Commission it's very people-friendly with lots of marked trails, some of which are only suitable for mountain bikes. We followed the discovery Trail, which was fine for pushchair and had all sorts of interesting structures and secret paths running alongside it. I can't wait for GrandDaughter to be old enough to explore it with. One of the more ambitious features is this Fibonacci Spiral. Husband did explain it to me but ...
And just because we haven't had a photo of baby girl for a while.