TBH letting Clare loose in the area around Bloomsbury was an utter disaster.
the obvious answer would be "don't invite them, as you'll probably insult them, you obviously intolerant wombat".
I heard someone say suburbs are like elasticated trousers. Unless you're under 5 or over 50 you won't appreciate them.
I'm a vicar and I bless the "Do not disturb" setting.
Before Xmas we spent a while on holiday by the seaside.
Two local pubs. One had GB News on the TV.
So we drank in the other pub all week.
Friend of mine introduced herself the first time we met:
Me: "What are you studying?"
Her: "Murder".
She weren't kidding.
If it cheers you up, John Clare once walked the 6 miles from Helpston to Stamford to buy a particular book, to find out that bookshops were closed on Sunday. He walked the 6 miles home, and walked back again the following week.
Stamford and Peterborough people assemble, and roll your eyes and go "we know. We hear about it roughly every fortnight".
But gurning over a pint in Wetherspoons before taking a helicopter back home is so easy.
What worries me is, we have self-driving cars that need to identify cars and traffic lights.
We will be keeping Mothering Sunday. Giving flowers to everyone and eating Simnel Cake.
He doesn't appear to understand what destroying 100% of something means.
It was nice to see such a well used, busy church and church hall.
My collie-springer has plenty to occupy her mind. But she got herself super-scared of noise, and we've never been able to do anything about that. She overthinks everything.
She just looks like a big collie. If she jumped into my arms like that, I'd be on my back.
All this in Iran would only make sense if Donald Trump's plan were to make the USA poorer and weaker.
because you've already won the war, I expect.
He were baptized next door to us, in Etton, I believe?
I'd still be more scared of a new Flu. At least with Covid the mRNA technology is ready to go. With Flu we still seem to be stuck with 6-month cycles of growing virus in eggs.
Just had that debate in March.
Put it this way, I've lived half my life in Wellingborough.
Whereas turns out in the Fens, the Nene splits in assorted directions. And the one that goes through March appears to end up in the Ouse! Chaos!
My Northamptonshire head is now reeling. I arrived at March to see a sign saying "Old River Nene", when I was pretty sure the Nene was miles to the north running from Peterborough to Wisbech. Where I come from, it's simple. Various tributaries of the Nen all join together and head for Peterborough
The team rector could probably do with the help! Four churches and I've seen the service list at St Peter's this evening. Very busy.
Their even...long day...
Yes your nearly-relative in March tells me you're there go-to vicar!
If I told you that I'd reveal my location! Let's just say I've just nearly run over the treasurer of a fenland history group!
@suffolkvicar.bsky.social talking to your cousin's sister-in-law!
Some people are so hardy they play guitar in shirt sleeves.
But wear many layers.
Ah I've got another talk first! Diving into the deepest fenny Fen for the next one.
I was at 0.008 but then I'm a bloke and can only identify about 9 different colours.
Given she rested at Stamford, she could have come straight down the Great North Road to London. I assume the fens south of Peterborough were boggy, so they took her along the spine of the Northamptonshire uplands till they reached Northampton.
