Welly Belly

I have come down with some kind of bug. Food poisoning perhaps,

after eating some suspect sausages at that BBQ. A new kind of sausage, with cheese bits in. All very appetizing except the melted cheese oozed like pus... the thought of which aided their impulsive (or is that convulsive) reapearance the next morning. After taking most of Sunday to recover, my tentative 4pm breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs decided to encore moments before the end of the evening church service. Luckily I made it out to the gents. What a first impression that would have been.

It truly is a small world. I sat in church last night (and was welcomed excellently by numerous people- well done body of the church!)and behind me was an English accent, so I turned and was introduced to James, who it turns out, is colleague and friend to Jonathan Clarke and other people I know from UCCF in the Midlands. And to top it off, someone else I spoke to (Elizabeth) knows Richard Brown from his work with NZAlpha and a church in Masterton. Someone else from Bristol is about to start working with James... who will it be?... hopefully not one of my ex girlfriends!!