As
I came home last night I nearly impaled myself on the bicycle of the
first fruit of my loins. For some reason he'd parked his trusty
velocopede in the hallway. Having survived the experience I took
myself off to bed. Just as I was dozing off he came home quietly to
claim his bike. I'm sure my loyal readers half way round the world
must have heard him quietly collecting his bike in the early hours.
After
yesterday's debacle of getting to work an hour earlier than I needed
to, I made a point of lying in my pit until 7am this morning, and
then over a bit of brekkie I checked to see what the world was doing.
Actually I logged on to Facebook - it's much the same thing really.
Some people were up and about. Some weren't. I was quite pleased to
see that i wasn't the only person up early on a Sunday. And one of my
cousins had remarked what a beautiful morning it was. As I drove to
work I realized she was right. There is something particularly
special about the early morning sunshine. Seeing it is one of the
things than makes camping and early morning fishing so special. Mind
you, I'd rather have spent another couple of hours in my pit. But
today that was not to be.
As
I drove to work I had Radio 4 on (as I usually do). Rather
than a news program they were broadcasting the Sunday service. I
could have turned over. I could have put a CD on. I didn't I
listened. And what did I think? A couple of years ago I would have
dismissed it all as the superstitious nonsense that I then thought it
was. Nowadays.... I'm not so sure. Whilst reason tells me it's all
crackpot gibberish, a small voice of doubt is creeping into the back
of my mind. Am I getting religion in my old age? I don't think so,
but sometimes I wonder....
And
I then spent another day in work, looking out of the windows at
glorious weather; sulking about the week of rain I've just spent at
home...
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