Day 340(ish): Lax, but not Lost

Biblical

Not through want of good and lovely occurrences, I've failed to blog for two whole days. Here I am again. I've been smiling a lot and having a nice time. I've spent time with lovely people, people who've surprised me and taken my breath away, and people who make me laugh. I've hung out with eggs so good, their shells are all golden. How lucky am I?

Westcliff

I loved laughing with Ruth as she described the morning's sermon at the church. She was almost crying, she was laughing so hard as she told the story of this AWFUL parable about a king doing away with a whole town because they didn't want to come to his wedding and then when he finally did manage to shanghai some people in, he cast someone out to where there was wailing and gnashing of teeth for not wearing suitable wedding garb. The message was 'many are called but few are chosen'. Ruth was appalled (I want to write incensed but it makes my mind all joss-sticky). It was such a pleasure to be told the story, and to hear how she challenged it with the vicar (or priest, or whatever it was). It reminded me of the massive giggle fits Ruth and I had on Bardsey, reading out lists of numbers. That was all. We nearly weed. And sitting opposite master of 'sick in my mouth', Jack Rebaldi, in a Parisian cafe, with him just doing that and both of us losing it, big time. 

Rumours

Sunday's Johnfest was just delightful and this evening's bonus go on Victoria Sandison was very fine indeed. Thanks for the lovely teapot and the mental hat, oh Tiny Pikey. The masks will look great in it. Perfect for covering up edges. Good Robbing too. Anna Levy pleased me. Luke told me to fuck off. Life is good. 

A Breaded Cat

Thanks for the gentleness of silky water and for the experience - so far at least - that the rumours about crayfish-based toe-biting in the pond is so far pure twaddle. There's been some exciting fog action. I rode home through clouds this evening. And thanks for lovely messages to and fro which are pleasing me greatly. Looking forward to Excursions tomorrow, whatever it turns out to be.