Such is my distancing (social or otherwise) from the days of my youth when Christianity was forced down my throat, that it completely passed me by that yesterday was Palm Sunday and the start of Holy Week. I used to take issue with those folk who would say “how can you believe in a God that allows this or that awful thing to happen?”. I would dismiss their arguments with the bravado that it was merely the Almighty testing our resolve. For millions of Christians around the Globe this is probably the most important week in their calendar. I find myself now asking the same question. If He or She does exist I would like to tell her/him that this is a step too far in the resolve-testing stakes. (In case this gem of contemporary prose should be selected for a Time Capsule that will only be unearthed in hundreds of years time, I refer to the fact that our English Castles, which once defended us from assailants, are now our prisons thanks to a thing called Coronavirus or COVID 19, which the Chinese have kindly donated to the world. It’s currently got our reigning Prime Minister hospitalised, although he remains “in full control of Government”. I can’t help thinking that things get more dangerously bonkers everyday.) (For the pedants, I know a Prime Minister doesn’t reign, but I didn’t want to use “current” twice in the same sentence)
My morose mood has darkened considerably this morning having just heard the one-time Labour Prime Minister Tony Blair pontificating about how The Government should govern. When will he get it into his thick skull that we don’t care what he thinks? It’s a shame that he didn’t legalise euthanasia when he had the chance. It seems even more inappropriate for him to be rabbiting on when Labour have just elected a new leader, who surely should be given every chance to make his mark without the assistance of previous failures. (Well ok, he did do some good things). Let’s hope that JC (the Marxist not the son of God) will now ride off into a silent sunset, being sure not to go the wrong way down a one-way street!
This is the last week of our School holidays (I know it’s different for other schools). In a week’s time Oliver and Tiggy will be going back to a virtual College. As the Girls’ House in which we have a flat is deserted, Oliver has set up a very neat “classroom” in the Music Room, whilst Tiggy has organised a most impressive work station in the middle of the girls’ Common Room. If their work is half as impressive as their preparation they will do ok! Meanwhile Alison is already beavering away diligently on preparing her online lessons. It’s a use of modern technology that’s quite beyond me, but thankfully I can just put up my slippered feet, light the pipe, put on my expensive Bang and Olufsen headphones (generous gift from wife) and listen to a steady stream of calming Mozart and Strauss……in my dreams. The reality, of course, is rather different.
Now where’s my donkey? Hopefully it’s not too late to catch up with JC. (Not the Marxist)
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