I'm Not getting in a lather over whether or not the Church of England should have women bishops, , all seems pretty petty to me. If I, or any of my crew, needed to see a Top Christian we wouldn't get the pip if the person turned up to the bungalow wearing lipstick or sporting tuffs of nose hair.
It would be tenderness that mattered.
As mum had a bit of a bad night and looks peaky I thought it best that I, instead of Mr H, made haste to get the papers. I needed, you see, to dissolve the bits and stones of anxiety which shot around my innards, so half dressed, I marched up the hill.
Felt bloody good.
Now I will sort out the kitchen and conservatory:)
Being cooked later today:
Braised Bacon joint with veggies
Canned Lychees and ice cream for man an I
and
Orange jelly for mama
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Some days are frustrating, they make the others feel good. Keep smiling.
And now you're a Versatile Blogger - hope it makes you day better, not worse....
Welcome to two new readers Mr Suit and Miss Guernsey.
Glad to have you on board.
Glo
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