2050, a bungalow stands,
An old man sits alone
The TV has played all it has to give,
He decides to pick up the phone.
Lent – “The Joy of Being Cleaned Out” By N.T Wright
A long time ago, when I had just learnt to drive, I ran out of petrol on a lonely country road. I gratefully accepted some fuel from a nearby farmer. What he didn't tell me was that it was a mixture designed not for a car, but for a lawn mower. I got back home all right, but the next day the car behaved like a sick animal, coughing and spluttering.
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