Mary-Anne looked at the Union Jack hanging limply outside the window. “Vase,” she replied stoney-faced, “with an “ay”.”Read More You say tomato
A jack of all trades, he sat with a lantern
It was out, it was dark,
he’d no clue how to turn onRead More Oh Jack, turn the lant-on.
“One day we’ll be looking down from up there and we’ll laugh about all of this,” Katie looked for recognition but Piers didn’t flinch.
“Do you believe,” she started.Read More The Great Beyond
Matthew hated Sunday worship more than he hated cleaning his moss and Matthew hated cleaning his moss.Read More Tree Sermon
I’ve posted so many of these “oh I haven’t posted for ages” blogs that I’ve probably already started one like this.Read More Creative doubt / creative drought