Thought for the day from Chairman Whorlow

When I was at high school (or rather secondary school really, since it was the UK, although the school itself called itself a High School) in the 80s, I wrote a diary pretty faithfully every day in stolen maths exercise books, like a teenage Bridget Jones, but before Bridget Jones was even a twinkle in …

Hiding Out

I have been feeling so bad since Whistler was put down, I wouldn't even call it depression - it's more like a kind of numbness which has made me want to run away, escape, shut myself off, shut myself in, hibernate, baton down the hatches. As I'm sure you'll notice if you've been here before …

RIP Whistler

I wasn't sure how to approach this, as it is all so raw and painful just now so I will just tell you the facts I think. Whistler was a border collie, born and bred on Strawberry Farm near Retford in north Nottinghamshire in the summer of 2003. He came to live in Watford with …

First Sunday of Lent

I am running a week behind now, as life has got in the way. Around a couple of weeks of a roller-coaster of looking after a very poorly, elderly dog, we had to have him put down last night. So right now I am feeling a little bit overwhelmed with grief . The next couple …

Luke 8: Waiting on the Lord

These are my notes from Sunday's sermon at the Pentecostal church. It might be a little disjointed because it is just notes, it's not meant to be a polished article. I hope it's of benefit to somebody. This was actually an awesome, honest sermon - the Christian life is hard. We pray & things seem …

Spirit of Jezebel

Over the weekend, we had a resurgence of an episode relating to an older woman, let's call her Jezebel, who has plagued our family over the last three years as an interfering busybody, gossip and manipulator. It all started when we joined the youth group she runs. All four children joined and I volunteered as …