So, one weekend, I 'come out' at Linden and say I'm committing myself to Zac's and the next weekend sees tragedy hit Zac's. And a little voice says, 'Are you sure this is the church you want to commit to?'
Absolutely. There's no other place I'd rather be. I'm helpless and hopeless and I'm not good at talking to people but I make a tidy cake.
When I was being prayed for I was given two words in particular: redeemed and mother. So if nothing else I hope to see the mother, the Welsh mam, in me coming out. Mam's answer to everything: 'Sit down, have a nice cup of tea and a piece of cake.'
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My philosophy too liz, I'm just scoffing a chocolate croissant with a nice cup of tea...that little adage always reminds me of Worzil Gummage and Aunt Sally, enjoying tea and cake....I still smile now when I think of Jon Pertwee and Una Stubbs having their memorable cake fight in the teashop...hilarious!
Di.xx
You can never go wrong with cake and tea.
"Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?" 12th night ;-)
A nice cup of tea and a piece of cake do indeed lift one's spirits. Mysterious but true.
ah, good old Worzel!
Precisely, mimi.
A wise man that Shakespeare.
It's bound to be a chemical reaction, nick, so let's not look too hard but accept it as mysterious!
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