We awoke to heavy rain this morning as predicted last night. The morning news confirmed that Michael Jackson had indeed died last night of "cardiac failure" and the news was full of clips of his life. One commentator described him as "a modern day Mozart". I'm not sure I can agree with that. To me he'll always be "Wacko Jacko". Sara needed a further half dozen or so pages printing off for the parish magazine. For some inexplicable reason, the software for the printer appears to have been "uninstalled " from her laptop. We therefore had to use my laptop to get the documents download - by email - and then print off that way. Matters were not helped by the printer's incessant stalling. Eventually, however, we did get it all printed off so that it could be taken to the printers. Despite being somewhat late leaving, I still managed to get a car parking space at the Salisbury office. The day followed the usual pattern with meetings in the morning and afternoon and Sara and I lunched together in the office restaurant. We had the Friday fish and chips. I left the office a little early in order to get back to pick up Mary and Elona to take them to the TBC concert at St. Pauls. TBC are a Christian girl band who we had seen at Spring Harvest. There were at least a couple of hundred children there - mainly Mary's age and slightly above. TBC were great - with a great message of mission and the children readily lined up to give their names and schools so that they could be later contacted by a Christian youth Group. I bought Mary a copy of their first debut album - she only had their latest album from Spring Harvest, and a poster for Elona. The TBC girls signed both for them. The weather was hot and sultry as we drove back to Winterslow and as I drove along the A30 towards home we all noticed the beginnings of a tornado which grew in length out of the massive cloud formation until it was unmistakable (see picture). I stopped at the top of the hill on the Pitton road and took the photo shown above. By the time we reached Winterslow the tornado had dispersed into nothing but for a time it was most menacing-looking. I went round to Klynn's at around 9.30 p.m. where we drank some Trinidadian rum and discussed the House Group last night. Then back home to write this blog at around midnight. The temperature is still hot and humid.
Friday, June 26, 2009
English Twister
We awoke to heavy rain this morning as predicted last night. The morning news confirmed that Michael Jackson had indeed died last night of "cardiac failure" and the news was full of clips of his life. One commentator described him as "a modern day Mozart". I'm not sure I can agree with that. To me he'll always be "Wacko Jacko". Sara needed a further half dozen or so pages printing off for the parish magazine. For some inexplicable reason, the software for the printer appears to have been "uninstalled " from her laptop. We therefore had to use my laptop to get the documents download - by email - and then print off that way. Matters were not helped by the printer's incessant stalling. Eventually, however, we did get it all printed off so that it could be taken to the printers. Despite being somewhat late leaving, I still managed to get a car parking space at the Salisbury office. The day followed the usual pattern with meetings in the morning and afternoon and Sara and I lunched together in the office restaurant. We had the Friday fish and chips. I left the office a little early in order to get back to pick up Mary and Elona to take them to the TBC concert at St. Pauls. TBC are a Christian girl band who we had seen at Spring Harvest. There were at least a couple of hundred children there - mainly Mary's age and slightly above. TBC were great - with a great message of mission and the children readily lined up to give their names and schools so that they could be later contacted by a Christian youth Group. I bought Mary a copy of their first debut album - she only had their latest album from Spring Harvest, and a poster for Elona. The TBC girls signed both for them. The weather was hot and sultry as we drove back to Winterslow and as I drove along the A30 towards home we all noticed the beginnings of a tornado which grew in length out of the massive cloud formation until it was unmistakable (see picture). I stopped at the top of the hill on the Pitton road and took the photo shown above. By the time we reached Winterslow the tornado had dispersed into nothing but for a time it was most menacing-looking. I went round to Klynn's at around 9.30 p.m. where we drank some Trinidadian rum and discussed the House Group last night. Then back home to write this blog at around midnight. The temperature is still hot and humid.
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