The last bean

We visited the local chippy last night, and I ate their last bean – ever. From now on, baked beans are off the menu, because they can’t sell enough. Not hugely sad, because I can get beans anywhere, but it’s a small ending. A bigger ending is the butcher’s down the road, which has closed to concentrate its operations in the other two branches. This was the location for Hilary Briss’s butcher’s on the TV, which sold ‘special stuff’. Janet suggests it could be repurposed as an escape room … “You’ll never leave.”

A bigger ending still will be the BBC itself, which I fear for. This has been a source of reliable information all my life. What shall I do after it is emasculated?

Churches also end and begin. But Jesus Christ is for ever, each new generation shining a different spectrum of light onto him.

God of love
I see changes all around me,
the small and the earth-changing.
I see decay,
and I see growth.
In all that unsettles us, we pray,
help us to know that you
are to be trusted.

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