Day B

 No blog from RBB this morning. He must have 'buggered off' again. Actually I just say that because if I don't blog for a few days he says I'v gone again! TC has blogged about a dizzy trumpet player. All those old jazz dudes sound the same to me. I bet he's glad to have escaped from Northland with all that flooding up there.

I have a day off tomorrow to pick up my sweet heart. I'll drop her back Sunday. I enjoy taking her out shopping and to cafes. If its nice weather I promised to take her for a drive around the Wellington bays and buy ice creams. She says she likes that as her ex never did!

Here Robert goes to make another coffee. RBB loses interest and flicks over to The Curmudgeon. But TC hasn't blogged because a group of roudy musicians kept him awake. 

Robert thinks about today's Gospel Mark 3 7-12. One part is curious: " And the unclean spirits would fall down before him and shout "You are the Son of God". But he warned them strongly not to make him known!"

I think Jesus wanted to keep it quiet to avoid being carted off to prison by the high Priests. He called himself "the son of Man" in an ironic twist. Apart from the apostles the only other person he seems to have told was Ciaphus on good Friday "Are you the son of God?" he asked. Jesus replied "You say I am". I don't understand it. Maybe RBB will explain in a blog. 

Well that's all from me. I'm off to cook an egg on toast. Evidently as we get older we need to eat more protein because our muscles atrophy. The video said over 75s need to eat like athletes. It recommended exercising at home rather than walking too as many doctors say walking wears out cartalige and bones.

Right I'm off...Jesus is the Son of God.