We've got to talk about Simon

Today, driving home from Zac's, I was forced to exclaim, "It's one of those Men days!"

A car was pulling out from a side street the driver looking in the opposite direction. I was forced to stop and then he graciously waved me to carry on as if he were doing me a favour, rather than apologising. Then a man meandered across the road causing me to swerve. And then another man did something - I can't remember what - to irritate me too. 

But I'm home now and don't have to go out again so all is well.

In other news I have self-diagnosed a trigger finger.

My ring finger doesn't always straighten up automatically after bending. Apparently it's to do with thickening something or others. Nobody warns you that as you age everything will get thicker but from your sinews (?) to your waist to your brain.

But on the plus side my press ups were commended in exercise class yesterday. Jim, the trainer, even went so far as to demonstrate my technique to the class saying I'd chosen the optimal way of doing them i.e. slow and controlled. I didn't like to say I couldn't go faster if I tried. I sat back and basked in the glory.

And talking of basking in glory, in my next radio talk I suggest that Jesus' disciple, Simon the Zealot, may have been zealous for hygiene and responsible for digging the poo holes when Jesus and his mates were on the road. Nothing like bringing spirituality down to earth.

And some of our pretty roses.

And I don't know if you'll be able to see this properly but there must be a bird out there with a grudge against us. I can't even imagine how he managed this. There are actually four stripes.

Now a poster from Zac's. I suspect not many churches display this sort of sign.