And on the seventh day..
I have only had access to a Mac computer all weekend and it was having none of my bogging!
I have blogged on the Spectator Coffee House; however, as Mr Brakes is on holiday, I can’t do the hyperlink!
I also had a bit to say in the Telegraph today, but I can’t link you to that either!
Hopeless aren’t I!!
I am delighted to see the strong presence of the Christian Church on TV and the Radio over the weekend.
Sat in a converted railway carriage/coffee shop by the seaside this morning with my mothers “eight and a quarter because my birthdays in December and its March now” year old Goddaughter, I looked out of the window, bewitched by the sea, and thought about what words of religious wisdom I could muster for a blog today.
Chloe was prattling on about school, the teddy I had just bought for her, and the world in general.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, making me feel mortified with guilt, which was actually nothing to the looks bestowed upon me by my three girls, who were just returning to the table, having only left us alone whilst they got the drinks!
“Something nice to write about God because it’s Easter Sunday” I told her.
She stared into her J2O, sucked noisily on the straw, looked at me and said “Nadine, (in a very strong Lancashire accent!) Why don’t you write about how God gives us six days and just asks us for one"?
What could I say?
Happy Easter everyone.