Occasional words of usually not wisdom from a retired parson.
Monday, 22 June 2015
One of those days.
One of those days. What to choose? Do I try to destroy Church House, or the Home Office? Or myself? It's obvious we can't all co-exist. Mindful of Housman's word's "though both are foolish, both are strong", reckon there's only one answer. But I so dislike fuss. Curious how sometimes it is only mimsy bourgeoiserie that keeps one alive.