STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

So, I’m sitting here listening to Muse, and enjoying a glass of west country cider and the smell of rendered sheep fat fills the air, as I am dealing with the off-cuts of a whole Dorset lamb I bought today. And I have been laughing at my father’s blog (if you are not yet reading it, you should – if only because it is funny) and I am feeling aggravated by my house.

I haven’t blogged about the house, although it has taken up too much of my time, and money, these past months. Put our house in glorious SE9 up for sale in July 2007, took a year to sell, during which time we moved to BH14 and rented a house. Stressful. Bought a house in BH14 in December 2008. It was a wreck. Meant to be refurbed and ready to move into summer 2009, but various problems meant that schedule slipped and we are now moving in at the end of next month. And its not going to be as finished as we would have liked when we move in. “There’s going to be a lot of water in it still – it needs time to dry out,” says my builder.

Still, in for Christmas, even if its on a bare concrete floor and with no kitchen.

Hardly Zimbabwean levels of deprivation.

And I’m such a recidivist that I’ve even snuck the heating on, despite it not being November yet. I had to put it on last night as we had our Life Group here, and I couldn’t expect them to exhibit the same levels of hardiness as us, and once on, the dam is breached, and all is ruination.

And today I watched a dvd of Tim Keller preaching about the prodigal God at a Willow Creek conference in our local Anglican church, which was weird enough in itself and my frustrations were compounded by the obvious fact that those around me didn’t get it at all, and so simply confirmed what the great man was saying by their very lack of understanding.

And I’m trying to read Dostoyevsky.

But we had a great time praying for Zimbabwe at Prayer & Fasting. Those guys are the real deal.