All is well with us, as we check out for the weekend. Hand is healing. House is clean. Pizza party went well again last night. We now have a regular stream of Muslims coming so we have to use Halal meat. We watched Return of the King last night.
Have a great weekend everyone.
Weeks over. We are all well, here in London, the city where nobody is well.
Thursday evening i helped a church cook a BBQ for the community in Hackney. I had to hide my cut hand under a large plaster. We cooked sausages, chicken, vegetarian burgers and vegan burgers. good fun, and all on the front property of the church.
Friday night pizza party. We are having a regular stream of muslims coming for our pizza and a movie on Fridays, so i have to buy halal meat. Luckily, most of the butchers around here are Halal. Hannah’s little friend from school came. She wears a face covering like her mother (just the eyes are visible) and our Hannah often wants to dress like her friend.
Today, I moved Shannon’s couches over to her apartment.
Tomorrow, a bunch of people are coming over to discuss the idea of getting a stall in Camden market and creating some things to sell there, and creating a quasi-church community around it.
My hand is healing and almost better. I never did mention how it happened, since it was really yukky and i couldnt even look at it until many days later. Here is the skinny on it. I was reading my Bible in the bath tub, stark naked. i put the Bible on the shelf and lay back down in the bath. Just then the huge glass mirror, without a frame, was falling forwards towards me. It would have smashed on the edge of the bathtub and i felt quite vulnerable – being naked and all – so i caught it with my left hand – and you know the rest – hospital, 5 stitches, missed trip, ohh yeah – and the doctor who stitched me up was really nice, but she was into horror movies so she wasnt the most compassionate/sympathetic doctor who ever JABBED A MASSIVE NEEDLE INTO MY OPEN WOUND MANY MANY MANY MANY TIMES!!!!!
But hey, its all over now and my emotional healing is to the point that i can tell you the naked truth about my incident in the bathtub.