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Holiday Service


Well, as of today I'm off on my holidays, and boy do I need one, as I am, frankly poopered! Although, since we are driving half-way around the world (OK... to Brittany) for holiday this year, I won't actually be able to put my feet up until Thursday afternoon... But from there on in it is 2 weeks of sitting around reading trashy books! I will mop up a few more serious ones that I've started but haven't got finished in my pre-holiday slowdown, but for the most part it will be non-theological, sub-literary fiction...

But due to the fact that my dear wife, somewhat irrationally, has banned me from buying a nice new incredibly cheap netbbok to take on holiday, I will not be posting anything here or on facebook for a time.

However, just to make sure that you, faithful readers (all 3 of you), do not feel bereft, I have set up a series of posts to tide you over until my return. Some are links to stuff that I've previously posted on facebook, in the misguided belief that some of you out there haven't ventured onto that eater of spare time... Others are past posts that recent readers may not have stumbled on... And still others are bits and pieces I have found lurking at the back of my hard drive... First one will appear this time tomorrow...

But until I encounter you again in the real or virtual world, God bless you...


Comments

ScatterCode said…
I'm a bit spooked at these posts just 'appearing'. It gives me wibbles.

Enjoy your holiday though.
jools said…
ditto the the ghostly posts ... even as ye lay in the sun

... but have a great one VM - peace potastio & perignon dear boy...
Jonny said…
Making the drive down from Stranraer? Brings back memories of childhood holidays. Enjoy!

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