Hugs and DerbyshireLass glad you liked it . It was sent to me by a friend who is bi-polar and has an autistic son.
Yesterday went to get my hair cut but the stylist was ill they couldn't let me know as they hadn't got number so re booked it for Wednesday. Didn't change my plans just meant I went shopping earlier. Did half of it and went to my favourite cafe. And ordered their delicious dark hot chocolate it's made with real chocolate. Choice of dark,milk or white chocolate. And had a cinnamon roll asked for it hot and to be cut into quarters. Normally no one questions my request to cut things up for me but this time he said it comes with a knife . Had to explain I haven't used to dinner knife for years as I haven't got the strength . When he brought it to the table he said he had problem cutting through it. Then said he was a Christian and could he pray for my hands said thank you but no as I am an atheist. Is it just me or do people prayer for strangers body parts ? I find the concept very strange it's like people who belief in rekie ( not spelt correctly) healing. How can pray make something heal?
It's like when I went to beveavment group after my husband died . It was held at the White House which was a cancer charity. They did a monthly newsletter. And they had put my husband's name in it for people to say prayers. I made my views known as they had no right to do that. Plus it wasn't a Christian charity or I would never have gone in the first place as that would have been hypocritical. I know this happened in 2004 but it brought it back to mind.
We are an open country that welcomes people of all faiths why do some people find it strange that I am an atheist and have been since forced to take RE at school. A older friend once introduced me to her friends as this is * she's a pagan I pointed out paganism is a form of religion and I am an atheist. They looked at me as if I was a monster.
*International Plastic Bag Free Day* tomorrow July 3rd
Only 50% of middle age adult manage more than 1 brisk 10 min walk a month.
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