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London Day 22- With The Measure You Judge

Hmm.. hard to know what to say about this day. Took the pooch for a long walk. Then trekked across town to take things back to shops. Then went to South Bank to see friends.

Which is when it became apparent that with the measure the church has judged (visibly), it will be judged back to us. I didn't get into this to have an opinion about practising gay bishops. And yet its the thing that I keep getting asked about. If I'm honest I really don't like it- I am being judged on what I think about what maybe 4 people!

Bah...

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