My good news:
You know how sometimes over the years, you acquire things that you absolutely hate, but you keep round all the same? Three years ago, a very dear friend of ours gave us a lead crystal vase as a Christmas gift. This vase is ugly. I mean, really, seriously, hideously ugly. If you look up 'ugly' in the dictionary, you'll find a wee picture of this vase. It possesses the sort of ugliness that makes decorators weep and gives little children nightmares. But, as I said, the fella who gave it us is a dear friend, and he'd be hurt if we told him how much we hate this thing, so we keep it in the parlour on a little wall sconce.
Not long ago, I was tidying, when I bumped into the sconce and the vase fell off. Things went slo-mo, and I had a flash of Mikey asking about the vase the next time he was at the house. I remember thinking, as the vase drifted towards the floor, 'ohjesusohjesusohjesus'. It hit the edge of a metal-framed end table and shattered into a skajillion pieces.
So prayer works after all.
Boru
You know how sometimes over the years, you acquire things that you absolutely hate, but you keep round all the same? Three years ago, a very dear friend of ours gave us a lead crystal vase as a Christmas gift. This vase is ugly. I mean, really, seriously, hideously ugly. If you look up 'ugly' in the dictionary, you'll find a wee picture of this vase. It possesses the sort of ugliness that makes decorators weep and gives little children nightmares. But, as I said, the fella who gave it us is a dear friend, and he'd be hurt if we told him how much we hate this thing, so we keep it in the parlour on a little wall sconce.
Not long ago, I was tidying, when I bumped into the sconce and the vase fell off. Things went slo-mo, and I had a flash of Mikey asking about the vase the next time he was at the house. I remember thinking, as the vase drifted towards the floor, 'ohjesusohjesusohjesus'. It hit the edge of a metal-framed end table and shattered into a skajillion pieces.
So prayer works after all.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
