Tip run and Oxfam run yesterday, more sorting and moving about. Now at our house for a day off (and a bit more rearranging and moving stuff around). Much encouraged by yesterday’s spam fritter and chips, and Co-op scrounge bin strawberry trifle.
The entrance to the loft here is – like buses, class 14x DMUs, olde pubs with low beams and Stromness AFAIR – designed for small people: I am not small.
The gale unravels
landscapes, flight plans, minds, all gone
random in the wind.
Help us, God,
when we hear your call
to be willing to go,
even before we know exactly
what the plan is.
Give us faith, we pray…