Sunday

Good lunchtime, peeps,

Well I woke up this morning feeling kind of depressed but also as if I had slept well.
I got up and sleepily started some admin before Church.

Yes, I went to my foster church, they are their old selves. There was a guest speaker, and it wasn't Jonathan, which is OK because it meant I didn't get a hug that made me smell of aftershave for the rest of the day. Aftershave is interesting it is perfume that men wear and it smells better than what perfume ladies wear. But it makes me sneeze.

Anyway, the service was good, we belted out some carols and then the visiting speaker gave a long talk.
Can you imagine the nortyperson during a long talk? after half an hour...

'So, what is salvation?'

'Chicken'

'No JJ. Salvation is not chicken, chicken is later'.

Anyway, here I am, I came home via the Great Ship Bay and now the chicken is on, and there is nothing on television apart from trashy American Christmas films that all seem the same.

This evening I will go to the carol service and in the week I will go out carol singing, just going through the motions.

The fog is thick, driving in it has been interesting.