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London Riots

Last Monday morning, I went up to Tottenham. Ikea is up that way, and we were short on juice glasses. With the in-laws about to arrive, more glasses seemed like a reasonable idea.

Living Shape

The anticipation of a move dislocates you. You begin to live elsewhere before you’ve even left home. I’m feeling a little in limbo right now.

Part of it is the long process of saying goodbye.

Houseplants

I came home to wilt. One sad basil plant, suffering on my all-too-sunny kitchen counter. It looked exhausted. And rather pathetic. I mentally added basil to my shopping list as I equally pathetically showered the shrivelled remains under the tap. I confess I did it with no hope at all.

(sm)All Ages Services

Just because there are animals in a story doesn’t mean it’s a great story for kids. We tell some pretty horrific stories to children. I am not the first one to point out that most of the Bible stories we tell to children are not meant to be children’s stories. But mostly we do, I think, because of the animals. Kids like animals so we roll out the stories, two by two. (Althought, strangely, Elisha and the bears seldom makes it to Sunday School…)

Leftovers

We are still about a month and a half away from moving, but already the kitchen in beginning to feel different. We’re beginning to think in terms of using up rather than storing away. How are we going to get through that bag of lentils?

Family and the Big Blue Sea

I put my parents on the plane this week. Which, I’m sure they will understand, was both very difficult and a relief. Blue helped at the airport by running around madly to distract me when needed, and waving enormously when it was time to say goodbye.

Bullying Theme

Hello friends!

I have heard that some of you have been teasing other children at the playground—not just once in a while—but every day. Others have been telling tall tales at school about certain kids and persuading other kids not to hang out with them. I would call these things BULLYING.

Without a table

“The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, tied it up, helped awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the picnic basket. The Mole begged to be allowed to unpack it all by himself. He took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents, gasping ‘Oh my! Oh my!’ at each fresh surprise.”

Kenneth Grahame, the Wind in the Willows