Sunday Lunch

I wonder who came up with the idea that Sunday isn’t Sunday without a full roast for lunch.

It’s Sunday! Day of rest! So let’s spend half of it preparing a huge meal that we don’t really need, and the other half dealing with the unholy amount of washing up that such a meal generates.

Let’s. Not.

Spousal unit does the roast, and then floops about in ostentatious exhaustion. That effing roast would need way more trimmings to match up to the twenty other meals I cook during the week, mate.


Preaching and Patience

Patience as in wearing thin and oh, why oh why do they do it? Preaching, well isn’t it a bit of a waste of time?

We are none of us impressionable teenagers, and we have, by and large formed our views on life. Education, upbringing, life experiences and so forth, have made us what we are.  I am not suggesting we should stop learning or that our views should not change, but talking to people who do not necessarily share our own experiences should perhaps result in our understanding their viewpoint, rather than embracing it as the only  “truth”. So why the zeal to convert others? Vive la difference, and thank goodness we do not all think alike. We can’t all be right!

I have absolutely no desire to convert others to my point of view; merely to express them and perhaps occasionally to have them understood.