Wednesday Morning

Good morning,

Well last night as I settled to sleep, a massive thunderstorm hit, and the room kept being lit up by lightning.
Which is not condusive to sleep.
I am sure thunderstorms aren't meant to happen in January, or when I am just going to sleep.

But in the end I settled to sleep, I had a troubled night, dreaming of deceased Bishops and grieving wives and airports and hotels, also buses and strikes. Dunno what that was about but I wasn't sleeping soundly.

I woke in the dark, needing the loo, not knowing what the time was, but after a while other people were up and about, so I decided it was morning.
It was.

So I had a cuppa, and then have been witnessing just how far gullible people believe the CofE propaganda.

Now I must get on with my writing, and some tea and toast.