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That I got into the Reading Boiler Room (though frankly the car was warmer!)

Today you join me sat in the Boiler Room (first day in for a week today!). We are starting a 24-7 week in couple of hours.. and to be honest its all a bit weird. We barely have anything signed up. Very odd.. even people who would nromally be around have disappeared (please don't ANYONE think this is a dig.. its not). Kind of leaves you wondering really..

I guess a bigger thought is how do I react to that? Normally I would fight I think.. make loads of phonecalls and stuff.. but this time I really really just want to curl up and be looked after through it all. I'm not sure if I'm a bit sick or if I lost my fight, or if just maybe God is doing a new thing in me..

I feel really childlike in it.. wanting my Dad to wrap me up in a big blanket and lay me down on a heavenly sofa- just wanting to know that He is present in the background while I lie in a darkened room. I don't want to go and play in the park I just want to hear his voice through that semi sleepy haze..

If you are so inclined then do pray.. not sure what for.. you get to choose!

Bless you all

Comments

Who will rid me of this meddlesome...

... piano? It occurred to me yesterday as i nursed ANOTHER bruise on my arm.. that I have had a piano sat in my hallway for 2 months! It seemed like such a good idea at the time but apparently is not... its stuck there and everytime I walk down my hall I have to squeeze past the darn thing- often not successfully! A number of options lie before me: -chop the thing into several hundred pieces -find lots of people who want to move it.. to where I'm not sure -sell it -give it away -pray it away It goes next weekend.. even if it kills me... which it might.. hummm

Remembering What I Enjoy..

Occasionally I forget things. Some stuff like birthdays, names and stuff is a normal human thing, and I don't sweat it so much. But I also forget some other stuff which is not so good. I forget what I enjoy. I don't know how it happens but it does from time to time. And its at these moments that I need a bit of help remembering. So- this is a request for help. What do I enjoy doing? What gives me joy? Leave me a comment.

A Broadside: plot spoiler for Tory sympathisers

Today some alarming social equality data was released. It said what we all know: if you are poor, you have less opportunities in life. For every £100 a month less income than the median you start school one month behind developmentally. Your vocabulary aged 5 is half what it is for a rich kid if you are in the bottom ten percent of income. Housing tenure stats are even worse. "Only 4 per cent of those of working age living in social housing have degrees, and nearly half have no or only low qualifications. Only half of men and 42 per cent of women of working age living in social housing are in paid work, compared with 89 per cent of men and 81 per cent of women in households with a mortgage." Social housing: by its nature, is grouped (london people ignore this, you are the freaks not the norm). That means that we have allowed ghettoes of poverty and low attainment (not just in a SATS way either). Now it would be easy, and some daft Tory has already done it, to pin this on

Jude Smith

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