The girls went shopping … Eventually

Grandsons went off to school with Daddy, leaving the girls
to go to nursery. We got there. We parked the car. The heavens
opened and we still had to walk the last bit to nursery, through
the pouring rain, under an umbrella. Funny, there were none of the
usual parked cars. Were we late, or early? The sign wasn’t out and
the gate was open. The lights were on. But there were no children.
We rang the bell. No answer. We phoned the nursery. “The Nursery is
closed until Monday January 10 … ” Oh! No wonder! Der! So we
walked back through the rain to the car. And the girls went


Evolution or creation?

Every year, I try to read through as much of the bible as I can manage. Some years are more successful than others. In 2011 I am going to read the bible through in chronological order. has worked it all out for me. I can also choose which version of the bible I want to read it in. For the moment, New Living Translation.

So I’m reading my way through Genesis 1 when I come to:

“Then God said, ‘Let the land sprout with vegetation – every sort of seed-bearing plant, and trees that grow seed-bearing fruit. These seeds will then produce the kinds of plants and trees from which they came.’ And that is what happened. … Their seeds produced plants and trees of the same kind.” (verses 11 and 12)

And then, a bit further on, this:

“God made all sorts of wild animals, livestock, and small animals, each able to produce offspring of the same kind.” (verse 25)

So then I go back to a more accurate translation, and it does say that, but not so explicitly. So if plants and animals reproduce the same kind, how do you explain evolution? How can a monkey become a man? How can a fish become a snake, etc? Hhmmm.

Read on and you see that human beings are unique. They are made in God’s image (verse 27).  And, God breathes life into man (chapter 2 verse 7). How good is that?

What came out of the loudspeakers …

I went into the kitchen at church to get something. The band rehearsal was playing through the speakers. Something like:

“Mr Cat, what do you say when you want to tell Jesus you love him?” “Meow, meow, meow.”

“Mr Dog, what you say when you want to tell Jesus you love him?” “Woof, woof, woof.”


But we never got to sing it in the service!

I’m born again!

Thought I should come clean right at the start and tell you I am one of those born again, happy clappy christians, who really annoy you.

Here’s a piece I wrote for my Facebook page, telling how it happened.

It was the 1956 Suez Crisis and I was returning to England with my family from South Africa on a Union Castle liner. One of the passengers gave me a porcelain pixie. If I said good morning and good night to it every day, it would bring me good luck, she told me. It was a nice idea, but I knew I could never manage twice a day, every day.

Fast forward a couple of years and I was at junior school in Bromley. We were taught about Joshua – yes, him in the bible. ‘In the same way I was with Moses, I’ll be with you. I won’t give up on you; I won’t leave you. Strength! Courage! … Haven’t I commanded you? Strength! Courage! Don’t be timid don’t get discouraged. God, your God is with you every step you take’.

This made such an impression on me. Here was the god of Moses, the man who had dared to believe that when he waved his stick the Red Sea would part and allow all the Israelites to cross safely, promising to be with Joshua in exactly the same way. And I began to believe it for myself.

But life was not all sweetness and light. I was angry. So angry I can remember running round the playground wanting to land one on my best friend, and I felt ashamed. I began to talk to people about my temper. They suggested things I might do – count to ten, take a deep breath, go and dig the garden. But just like the pixie, they depended on me remembering to do something. And I knew I couldn’t in the heat of the moment.

Then I talked to our local vicar. He had a better idea. He said that this was something that Jesus could help me with. He had taken the punishment for my bad behaviour and I could rely on him to forgive me and to help me to keep my cool. I decided to give it a go. After all, this was the god that had promised to help Joshua – and look what happened to him.

The next day, everything felt brand new, as if I had been given a new exercise book to write in. I began to read the bible and to pray each day. I went to church and found new friends. When things went wrong, I had somewhere to go and someone to help me. I began to realise that there was a plan and purpose for my life. This had to be better than the pixie!

Nearly fifty years later, my life is still being shaped by that same god. What he says is the foundation for the way I live my life. I just can’t imagine what life would be like with this underpinning belief, this underpinning faith in God. Take that away, and there’s – nothing.


I have ummed and ahhed for the last three months about whether I should start blogging or not.

I am a big fan of Twitter. I started using Twitter in 2009 to get up to date information about the snow. I love knowing what’s happening now. I like to know what is going on in the area where I live and what my neighbours are up to.

I also use Facebook. I use it mainly to keep up with friends and family that I do not see on a regular basis. I love following their life stories and sharing mine.

But sometimes I wonder, should I blog? I have things to say that don’t really fit the ‘this funny thing happened to me today’ posting. For me, blogging takes all this a step further by being able to record the funny things that happen to me – and with five grandchildren under eight, they do – and my musings on subjects that might, or might not, be topical.

So here I am at the start of 2011, a novice blogger. I look forward to making a whole lot of new friends and sharing my life with you.