“No one can speak the truth; if he has still not mastered himself. He cannot speak it; – but not because he is not clever enough yet. The truth can be spoken only by someone who is already at home in it; not by someone who still lives in falsehood and reaches out from falsehood towards truth on just one occasion.” (Wittgenstein, 1939)

O Desmond.
O Penny.

She’s a working mother
earning jam for tea

Some days you wake up with her complaining
Some sunny days you wish it was raining
Some days are sulky, some days have a grin
And some days have bouncers and won’t let you in

Lots to do.

Last TBTM until Friday as I’m off to Pleshey on a training course (How to look after curates….)

The devil is in the detail.

O Lord hear my prayer
O Lord hear my prayer
Come and listen to me