Rather strange tuning in to our church today as I had pre-recorded a talk on the ‘pain of rejection’ for the morning service and had to sit and listen to myself! I think that was one better than also watching myself on video, but either makes one feel vulnerable and exposed – it really is a case of trusting in God’s wisdom and depending on him to give me the words he wants to be said. Such a big subject – only able to scratch the surface in an eight minute talk, but so important – I think all of us face rejection at some time in our lives and it can be really difficult to deal with. A downside of lockdown as many people have more time to dwell on past events with fewer distractions to ease any hurts.
Went for a long walk through the park nearest to the boat – MK seems to have extensive green areas to walk in and its good to see so many people outside, exercising. Many of them with dogs in tow and there are plenty of swings and roundabouts to entertain the children. There is even outdoor exercise equipment for adult use.
Social distancing! 
We had run fairly short on fruit and veg so I decided to do the weekly shop in Waitrose and claim my free newspaper. En route we saw our first ever robot doing a fastfood takeaway delivery. It was impressive to see how it stopped when it sensed a car nearby and proceeded with caution when it registered any humans nearby. A taste of things to come? MK is an ideal place to trial a robot as the streets are grid like and there are no hills, just a few gentle slopes occasionally, with separated cycle lanes and plenty of underpasses at busy junctions.
The evening saw us joining Songs of Praise followed by the last episode of Vera – I may have misled you into thinking we had finished the series but I found one more lurking! For light relief we watched ‘Friday Night Dinner’ as it had been recommended and it did make us laugh out loud. R said I was just like the mum and I thought he was like the dad. Are our boys like the sons? I hope not!! However, not sure how many we will watch, despite the obvious humour. Call me prudish but it really upsets me when there is needless blasphemy. My father was a very tolerant man until it came to taking God’s name in vein and I find it offensive when it is uncalled for. Many a time I embarrassed my children when I took their friends to task for saying ‘Oh my G..’ or ‘JC’ in front of me. I find the same with modern comedians who seem to think they cannot be funny without major outbursts of swearing or numerous sex references. Oh dear, I am showing my age!
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