Is it just me , or are there others 'out there' who sometimes wonder why those created Saints for apparently good reasons at the time, are only remembered for rather unpleasant reasons. In my beleagured thinking this list includes the late (and by me at least, unlamented) Saint Swithin.
This August would I think cause almost anyone other than a duck, to wish the aforementioned Saint to pack his bags and leave his place in Heaven and take up residence somewhere more appropriate - the Lake District or a Rain-forest perhaps.
Are we never to see the sun again or am I just a tad overwrought?
Seriously though. Does anyone know anything good about the above-named ? If so, please enclose answers in a water-proof envelope.
About Me
- Ray Barnes
- a true Piscean, indecisive, a dreamer, romantic, imaginative. warped sense of humour, basically shy, but can be noisy and full of energy, totally incompetant with all things technical particularly computers. Life-long insomniac.