Hello Dear Readers!
Two hands working can do more than a thousand clasped in prayer
Anon
Sunday morning’s sure have changed.
Once upon a time Sunday would start with a leisurely morning
involving a snooze, a double fried egg sandwich and, if I was feeling extra extravagant,
a second cup of coffee.
Recently though, this has changed. This idyllic routine has
been interrupted, replaced by a new regime, one that entails rising early,
eating a quick breakfast (one coffee at a maximum), and even, most terribly of
all, getting fully dressed and leaving the
house (I do find it wise to do the former before the latter. It saves so many
complaints.)
So what could possibly have caused this sudden change in
behaviour, you ask? Well the answer is simple. You see, dear readers, for the
last three weeks I have been trading in my egg sarnies for a visit to the local
church hall.