Steve's Birthday!!!

Happy birthday to Steeeeve
Happy Birthday to Steeeeve
Happy birthday tooooo Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve
Happy birthday to Steve.

What's that? It's steve's birthday?
Steve is my flute/sax teacher. Ronald made the lovely and never-before-heard joke about me going to my "sex" (sax) lesson. Har har.

decided not to do musical instrument examinations to avoid learning scales. score!

Sooooo... last night was Ikon and how very marvellous it was too. God was there, I was there, what more could you possibly want.
Healing, saving, praying, singing, crying..... the whole shebang. marvy. Although there were a few "The drums are confusing me" moments...

Don't you just love it when you feel God like right next to you, practically sitting on your head? It's a good feeling :o)

Naturally I was dreading today because its a monday and I don't like mondays. tell me why. I don't like mondays. Tell me why. I don't like, I don't like I don't like Mondays...... if you don't know the song I just look like a moron with an unquenchable need to repeat myself.
Turned out to not be too bad though. read the newspaper in a free, then again in another unexpected free. Bought starbursts. Ate them. had luncheon avec the very beautiful Ms Leswell which you can't beat really :o)

Beginning to realise how far 300 miles is.Also beginning to wonder whether it's actually physically possible. For me. It's obviously possible for the wonder that is Daniel Nichols. But he appears to be a cycling god.

I am no such thing.

hmmmmm.

All those mmmmmm's just reminded me that Rob can do that thing where you say rrrrrrr and it comes out as rrrrrrrrr or in my case rpffffffff. not fair.

and on that note of wisdom.

Goodbye xx