Elizaphanian

“I come not from Heaven, but from Essex.”

I have come to sing.

Paradox: that about which I was extremely worried is now even more worrying – but I am at peace in my soul. (My wife is really very wise….)

Strong winds last night.

A heart strangely warmed.

Batty.

What a way to go.
Which I watched last night – probably a longer rather than shorter review will be posted here tonight.

National churches…. Hmm.

We could be lifted
From the shadow,
lifted…

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find him laughing