7.22 pm and the blackbirds are still singing their hearts out.
Spring has sprung.
7.23 pm. Oh dear. They just stopped. All of them.
Birdy bed time.
Category: blog
not today
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.)
today
Woke up this morning singing ‘a murderer they save…’ after a night of Molly-mousing.
Christ is now risen in the rest of Cowal and Bute as well.
That must mean it’s nap time.
Now where is my little bloodletter?
at the ballet
It seems that when it comes to the Nutcracker, I want the prayer book.
wonderful exchange 