Official Apology to my Beloved

A couple of weeks ago my little bro and his family came to visit. For their first evening here I cooked up a roast meal - the meat from our local butcher is just delicious and this roast was particularly tender and tasty.

There was some left over and I put it away in the freezer for a later date, having protected it from being eaten as seconds on the night itself.

A couple of days later, I pulled it out to be used as cold meat for lunches for the big crowd we had that week.

My Beloved was at work and wasn't able to attend lunches during weekdays.

Last week he commented on the fact that we still had that spectacular roast meat to finish off.

How much was left for him?

PS I'm sorry, my love.

Accidentally Polytheistic

You wouldn't think that grammar could have an impact upon one's theology.

Until one is proof reading an assignment and finds "...Gods' purposes..."

Dumb apostrophe.

Of course, how often would I make an error like that?

(okay, so I make many, many typos)

I think it just likes us...

The neighbours have planted a grape vine.

It keeps trying to come over to our side of the fence. We push it back, it comes back over. (Not that we mind it coming over here, it's just that it belongs to them)

So most of the vine ends up on our side.

It must just like us.

Of course, how many bunches of grapes has it produced in this, its first year of growth?

It's a good thing I don't live in Woolloomooloo

Had a fax today from a minister in Papua New Guinea who is a PNG national who my local church sponsored through ministerial education.

He's now posted in a remote village in the southern highlands, but from time to time we trade letters/faxes about life and what's going on for each of our families.

He and his wife have just had a new baby boy, and they've named him after the town in which I live.

How much sense does the title of this post make? No?