The Old Girl has been suggesting, for several weeks, that I get some more wood in. I'd been putting it off a bit, not being able to find a suitable supplier nearby. Today I attended the charity auction for the project I have been working on. I didn't win any bids but did win the raffle - for a truckload of firewood delivered. Perfect, and only five bucks.
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A little gift from me and dad.
Thanks are in order.
Now you see the power of prayer,
"Please let me win the raffle! Please let me win the raffle!"
Second Fiddle never has to buy chocolates - we're starting him further down the scale because he bothers us quite frequently.
We'll move him onto bottles of wine (supermarket bubblies) soon.
Hey, don't go all cynical on me, this God stuff is a business. We all have to turn a buck.
Remember that 'free lunch' bloody nonsense.
Hey, it costs a lot to produce bibles.
I love this country. Working with a charity organisation I have seen first hand the good work that many people do to help others. Admittedly a lot of the others that are being helped are life's losers but hey what the hell.
The guys that delivered the wood are ordinary guys who have worked hard all of their lives. One is looking for work but that doesn't stop him from donating his time and goods to the charity. He cut up a lot of timber on his property and donated it to the Lions who in turn donated it as a raffle prize to today's fundraising. His mate has just had an operation for cancer of the back but that didn't stop him coming along to give a hand. There is no God in this equation, just good people trying to help others.
So who is Mr Grumpy then?
"There is no God in this equation"
Capital G on god. Is that a Fruedian slip?
"Capital G on god."
No Freudian (note capital f) slip, just good schooling.
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