A collage of the local Parish Church.

A low light morning here in Rishton.
After a gentle and slow start to the day I sprang into action and dressed as quickly as I could to answer the landline phone.
It was a woman unsolicited phone call and it was a bad experience as I find these uninvited phone calls mean.
I aim not ever to be unkind in my replyng to them.
The calls challenge the lower human nature and serious effort to rise above reactionary pettiness is vital.
Bless that woman and send not bad vibs to her as that way of living is maybe all that her options offer in this life time.
I watched the last Job Lot last night.
Pitiful and shows humour in a dire sphere of life.
Unemployment in our country is no laughing matter indeed.
Being in the wrong line of work can be challenging too.
My blip, again partly typed slowly with Arthur on my lap, is about the parish church, an iconic view from many locations in our neighbourhood.
No masts here.
Praise the Lord for that.
My eldest treasured grandson is nine years old today.
Bless you C.