Pause for thought, and poetry

According to our local press, boatyards on the Norfolk Broads are struggling to find skilled staff, and they’re crying out for talented woodworkers. If Jesus Christ is ever planning to return, now might be a good time to do it.

I had a fun afternoon with Ted, talking about corruption in cricket and watching the rain beat down on the conservatory roof. He was telling me that he’s barely drunk alcohol in over a year, and that he feels so much better since behaving healthier. It inspired me to write him a limerick:

There was an old soldier called Ted
Who liked to drink whiskey in bed
Then his heart nearly stopped
So his drinking he stopped
Coz he’d rather be sober than dead

RC 29-8-10