Sept 27th – Stinking of gin in double-back alley.

God did not work for six days then rest. It’s not as if She went back to work on Monday, is it? She didn’t come back to tweak Her flawed creation. No! She worked for six days, then stopped.

16th March – It’s so very lonely, you’re six hundred light years from home.

Oh God, it is one of those chats. Massive, hole-boring, criticism that will lay a time-bomb in my foundations, all dressed up as pep-talk.