It was Harvest Festival service on Sunday, though to be honest I cared little for it. The common cold that has held me prisoner for three weeks did not ease up much for the day. While most symptoms had gone the cough and tiredness remained. I attempted five minutes snooze before the service but was woken by people pretending to be friends. This did not ease my mood.
I coughed and spluttered, along with one other sufferer who also had to be there, trying not to fall asleep of spread germs everywhere. In this I failed. The thing is I was doing the prayers so could not avoid being there. Normally I would have missed out but I had prepared and having missed several meetings already it was wise to attend. I was wrong.
So, eventually I got the chance to pray. I croaked my way through it, noticing the expressions on the faces as I did so, and walked limpingly back to my seat watched by dead eyes. I did not stay for the anniversary dinner that followed, I went home to bed for the rest of the day.
Here we are three weeks since this bug began and I am still coughing loud enough to wake the folks downstairs. Getting to sleep leads to racking coughs, they hear each one. Hopefully it will subside now, there is not much strength left inside me after this.
Of course nothing has been done, lots to do and with the weather getting chilly I looked at the bpiler and found a wee leak at the pressure gauge knob. Oh goody! Of course the knob will not turn, even after a can of UB40 has been blown onto it. I may require a man in to fix it before I use it again. Exploding boilers worry me.
Then there is all the other work that has been left lying, someone has to do it, and I suppose it is good for me to exercise by working. It never done me much good when working mind.
Meanwhile, all around the world is in a mess, tyrants and their lackeys destroy and steal. Never mind, remember psalm 37, 'Fret not because of the wicked.' You see, Jesus remains Lord of all.






























