Should have written 'by tea' promised post. Instead, as with yesterday, taken another of four of five fresh pictures to slap up text.
I have posted a comment and noted up something for 'Loves' but it'll be for Monday. Tomorrow, I'll spit something. (Also like to get a 'day ahead of myself'). . . .
Yesterday had my - not unusual - confusing spots. Think I’ll write a day ahead and be ready to reread (get the red pencil out) - and post first thing in the morn.
Not posting tomorrow and figure, doing two for the sake of... (good question), is... (another good question?).
Therefore, soon come sowers. Up before . . .
The cabal believing-on-top have one main weapon: Selfishness and deceit. All wrapped up in conceit. ‘Golden old-times’ is an exaggeration but should admit; we’re being hammered to levels that cannot easily be explained by human nature? Poison our God-made-selves at best resists, is the less-spoken about onslaught. The boiling water . . .
If I didn’t read and believe God hasn’t given up on me...
Hardly Popeye in the unseen and a track record including some very bad-mad runnings. I don’t know what wins the despair race? Growling is anyone, "doing yes means yes”? Or my - under the blood and grace I trust - side-track memories?
The Aangirfan post . . .
Took and used the picture of planes, a biscuit tin, because image needs must. At this rate it’ll become the way, (unless any/decent offers - see bio). The Battle of Britain wasn’t the all-romantic, all-our-brave boys and such remarkable against all-odds portrayed. But let its popular expression serve this post. There was grit for . . .
Listen to our inner minds and here’s our what-nots and is’s, because so a man thinketh...
(Please note, Bible quotes in italics from now on). Some seeds.
Wrote a comment yesterday mentioning exprience leading theology. True enough but not to be confused with my jukebox-box of broken records. This shouts for . . .