The Pope got himself reported as saying there is no Hell and the Vatican spin doctors are trying to wipe it off the record. He had been misreported; he had been taken out of context; all that jive. Poor old Pope; he's the world's most powerful spiritual leader and he's not allowed to say what he thinks.
We had family round yesterday. We had a sing-song. Once upon a time that would have involved gathering round the old Joanna while some Auntie or Uncle plink-plonked away; these days it involves gathering round the lap-top and singing along to YouTube vids. Incidentally we discovered that my mother still knows (some of) the words to Jerusalem.
The two shrubs I rescued off the back of Matthew's pick-up and planted in a gap in a hedge (he'd dug them out of someone else's garden and was going to dump them) are in leaf. They've come through the winter and here they are again. Just like Jesus. Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
