Having faced the horrors of the new non-dom tax laws and cleaned the downstairs storage space, I have imposed as ‘frivolous novels and films only’ rule for the rest of the day.
So why do I have this irrational urge to read theology??
I know I mustn’t. My mind needs to rest. A classic case of wanting what is forbidden, and reaching after the thing that will do us harm…
(oh dear. It’s getting bad. I heard myself think ‘but maybe if I read Barth, I would just get annoyed quickly and the need would pass.’ No. No. I mustn’t.)