The examiner..

…he say yes!!!
So A level results day came and all was well. Very well in fact and now number one son’s move to York is close to becoming a reality. And now it’s all systems go. Loans, bank accounts, accomodation. All the things you don’t like to plan ahead for, just in case. So we are off and running. Sort of. This week they are away at camp so they are pitching their tents in Dorset along with about 70 other young people. (Youth workers are one of God’s greatest gifts to the world.) So that has left son’s aged parents in charge of booking important accomodation things on the INTERNET. Arrrrgh! No pressure. Just hope we manage to book him accomodation at the right university. There is only one York in England-yes?
We are about to experience a week without offspring. I love my kids but there is a lot to be said for a week with a quarter of the usual amount of ironing, food prepared on the last minute or not at all if we just feel like a butty and no “Under Age and Pregnant”or Rage Against the Machine. Can’t say I won’t be glad to see the return of the strange smelling suitcases but this is rather nice.

I’m sorry this is a bit late this week but Morecambe decided that he would like to sleep with his head on the laptop so I left him to it. No – I have no idea either but if there is one important lesson that life has taught me – it’s that you don’t step on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind, you don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don’t mess about with Morecambe. (or something like that).
Actually there is another lesson that is absolutely, completely non negotiable. Be kind to strangers. There should be Country and Western songs written about it – there probably are. I don’t mean kind in the sense that you give them your PIN number or get into their car to have a look at their puppies. I mean just kind. Case in point. This morning while dragging my sorry carcass to work I noticed an older lady making conversation with two lads who were obviously employed to sort out the front garden. No big deal – she just asked a couple of questions about carnations, that sort of thing. then off she trots. As she walks three paces away they look at each other and laugh – at her. I’m almost certain that she must have heard them. A little bit of you dies inside. Heartrendingly, their radio was playing Otis Redding singing “Try a Little Tenderness”. You know, they could have been the only people she spoke to all day. What if it was your Mum or mine? Or in a few years me or you? The challenge is to live life with a level of awareness of the impact we have on those around us. There’s pressure to live life under the pressures of family, friends, wrinkles, hair dye, dust balls under the bed, Vidic being unsettled at Old Trafford, a flabby belly and the million and one other things that compete for my attention. And yet the are nano seconds and sometimes that’s all they are when I can make the choice to be a force for good, for nice, for gentleness. That’s the challenge.


New King James Version Hebrews 13:2

Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.


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