Sunday, 22 August 2010

The humility of Satnav

Reading Nick's recent post on getting out of depth with God prompted me to remember something that happened when I visited Bristol for the first time.

It was the summer of 2002, and I'd been accepted on a course that started in October. I'd made some enquiries and provisionally found a room in a house tucked away in the middle of a small street called Manor Park, somewhere in a place called 'Redland', in the north of the city. I just needed to visit and check that it was OK.

I lived in Derbyshire at the time, so getting to Bristol was a simple matter of motorways... but, rather than drive straight in  - I'd decided to get a bit of a feel for the city on the way by going down the Portway, under Brunel's bridge, and then back up to the house through town... it was a bit of a round route... but I'd bought a map and I wasn't in any hurry.

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Putting things on hold... is it Christmas yet?

Dear all... forgive the disappearance of this blog over the past two months... like Pop's Daewoo Matiz I'm afraid I rather fell into a rut pressed into the crawler lane of life by the heavy wheels of work and have been looking for a ladder ever since.

To be fair, there has also been a slightly existential flavour in the Môme's home outage...

Yes - I am on a diet.... but that's not what I'm talking about...

My problem is more spiritual.

I'll explain.