Apologies to all my detractors, disparagers, deprecators and knockers.
I didn't blog yesterday. After cleaning the protestant hall, shopping and attending Mass at the one and only true Catholic Church, I helped a fellow Catholic move flat. Of course I would have helped a non-Catholic or even a lapsed Catholic! But this person just happened to frequent the one and only true Catholic Church I attend opposite Queensgate Mall. Not to be confused with Noel Leeming. They don't serve Jesus. Which is odd really. I'd think there would be a huge demand to be one with God. The Hindus and Buhdists have been trying with only limited success for millennia. So it goes.
Today is about the 13th December. I think that is right, the other day I thought it was the 10th which is my brother's Daryl birthday but it was the 11th because my wrist watch was set to change the date at noon instead of midnight. So I wished him happy birthday on Facebook the next day. I don't think he would be in the least concerned. If I had turned up for his party the next day that would have been different. But I wasn't invited so it didn't matter.
If you are still reading I'm sure that you are not the least concerned that I have nothing planned today. There is the annual concert at Sts Peters and Paul at 2pm. I might go. The person I helped shift flat yesterday is in a dance routine wearing a rein deer hat. I was treated to watching a practise run last Friday at Church. I don't want to give too much away.
Have fun and get along to Church. Praying at home or in a forest doesn't count.
