Tonight while my homegroup were here eating my sponge cake and studying Titus 2 I stayed in the living room talking on the telephone. I spoke to my sister. Then my mum. Then my brother. Then my sister. Again. Then my mum. Again. Then my dad. Throughout it all I drank Champagne. So did my parents and sister. My brother had to settle for Glenmorangie. Shame. Our conversations were really quite silly by the end.
Today our minister called in on Mum and Dad to say hello. He found my parents and sister drinking a bottle of Yellowglen.
" Hello! Are we celebrating here?" he asked, naïvely.
" Andrew," said my mother, "we Grants drink Champagne in the good times and in the bad. This is one of the bad times."
My dear Dad is sick. Really sick. I may be away a while. Maybe. Maybe not.
Would you pray for us while I'm gone? Please? I would really appreciate that.
This weekend we will be drinking Dom Pérignon.