Delightful House Guest came home the other day absolutely shattered, She had just been to the theatre. She had seen King Lear. For the first time. And she hadn’t ever read it either. I am so jealous. She is watching Jeeves and Wooster for the first time too. Again, jealousy! I can remember the first… Continue reading I remember the first time…..
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. This comes from Our Greatest Fear by Marianne Williamson, a poem that I really love. It was quoted last night here at church by our guest speaker Chris Eubank (who kissed me on the cheek!!) and who was speaking to raise… Continue reading Saturday Quotation
Today is just one of those days. So I took myself out for a walk and sat in a park near here to watch the fountain. And to watch the children playing in and the dogs chasing the water, and all sorts of other people also sitting watching it. I don’t know what it is,… Continue reading Everybody needs a fountain!
So, he told me he had known what was the right thing to do, and had done it. But the consequences might be hard. And part of my response was this tweet; “For those who do what is right, and then fear what will happen, kyrie elieson” It was just what I wanted to say,… Continue reading This is not how it should be!
Just been reading this I Have a Lack of Strategic Vision He – somebody high up in KLM, – is writing about not having strategic vision. Neither do I. What I am not clear about is whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. The writer of that blog is clear, and argues… Continue reading What would it take to make you (me) change your mind?
Well, that will teach me to moan on facebook! 🙂 Yesterday, I put up a bitstrips picture with the caption “how ill do I have to feel to call in sick” To be clear, I am not actually feeling that unwell; just a cold. But it is the fourth cold in about 10 weeks. This… Continue reading Thanks; I have good friends.
She must be about my age. She was on the other side of the road, like me, waiting for the lights to change so we could cross. She was wearing a neat, short black dress. And scarlet tights. And gold shoes. She looked fantastic. She gave me courage that, at our age (yes, lack of… Continue reading Courage – or confidence?