"Truly, it is the indescribable sweetness of contemplation which you give to those who love you. In this you have shown the tenderness of your charity, that when I had no being you made me; and when I strayed away from you, you brought me back again to serve you and commanded me to love you." The Imitation of Christ
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Why...?
Why is it that I never write things down when I think of them, but rely on my increasingly unreliable memory? I had several ideas about which I intended to blog today, and now I can't remember any of them...
A notebook, permanently carried in ones pocket/handbag, etc, is the answer.
Plus two pens (in case one stops working) AND a pencil (sharpened at both ends, in case the lead breaks at one end).
AND, in case you have to suddenly jot down the registration number of a vehicle (leaving the scene of a crime) OR you have to suddenly sketch the visage of a possible criminal suspect, you are adequately tooled-up.
2 comments:
no news is good news?
Surely there must be kitty post that you could fill in with? latest kill totals?
A notebook, permanently carried in
ones pocket/handbag, etc,
is the answer.
Plus two pens (in case one stops working)
AND a pencil (sharpened at both ends,
in case the lead breaks at one end).
AND, in case you have to suddenly jot down
the registration number of a vehicle (leaving the scene
of a crime) OR you have to suddenly sketch the visage
of a possible criminal suspect, you are adequately tooled-up.
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