Bad news

I am reaching the stage where I am getting so used to those steamrollers of stress that I hardly bat an eye when something else goes wrong. Maybe the tears will come later. At the moment I just feel numb.

Bad news from the prison.

Good job I’m out to a Local Preachers’ meeting this evening or I have a feeling that the bottle of out-of-date Baileys in the fridge might have ended up ready for the recycling bin tomorrow, regardless of how “off” the cream was. As it is it’s probably just as well I’m numb – tears at my first Local Preachers’ meeting might be a little too awkward an introduction.


20 thoughts on “Bad news

  1. Oh bugger…

    Don’t suppose it counts if I eat all the remaining Indian sweets I’ve got that need eating, and I couldn’t persuade everyone at work to help me finish up to day. We did our best…

    lots of hugs and prayers.

  2. oooohhhhhhh! {{{{{{smudgie!!!}}}}}}

    I know I’m terrible at keeping in touch, but I do send as many coherent thoughts heavenward on your behalf as I can when coherent thought happens to me!

  3. Doing my best to bother the Almighty on your behalf. Health, strength and peace for you and yours, my friend.

  4. I wish I could be there to hold your hand. Be assured that prayers continue here.

    Let me know what you can – and when you can.

    Love and Hugs and prayers

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