A hasty retreat from Euroland (should that be EuroDisney) to the land of the Great British Pound. It is interesting to have witnessed the great Euro experiment at first hand. Are we a people marching backward into the future, or the only sane men in the asylum? A rhetorical question. I have no desire to kick that particular wasps' nest. Fortunately, we all know that God is an Englishman, and we therefore do not have to concern ourselves with such trivial issues.
Today at the Vicarage : Waiting for the Flight Home
Unfortunately. I am minded that often the only wrong decision is no decision…
