I greatly pondered what to write. Never before has another blogger handed me the keys and said ‘post at your will!’ After pondering I began to worry. There was absolutely nothing going on in the brain area.

Until this

It would seem that these days people are finding themselves a miracle anywhere they choose to look. In a crisp (that’s potato chip to all you Americans), on a slice of toast, a motorway underpass and yes even on a sheep. It begs the question, have the powers that be realized we aren’t paying as much attention as we used to and are now stalking us with their ghostly images in our food? Or are we just grasping towards a deeper something?

I don’t have the answers; I just have the questions and some pent up sarcasm. I am somewhat perplexed by Rosalie Lawson. When she saw the gross black crisp that she was about to put into her mouth she exclaimed “Oh my goodness” and recognised Christ. I would have thrown it away and been happy that I hadn’t put that thing on my tongue. Perhaps the lady is simply more perceptive than I?