And that would be my little nest of vipers, upon checking her lottery ticket, jumping up and down and declaring she had a winner. I took a look and confirmed this fact and thus I offered up a prayer and went to the lottery site where I discovered she’d won the princely sum of nine pounds.
This news calmed her up and down movements somewhat…
Anyhoo, the offering up of a prayer stirred that grey slurry in my swede that passes as a brain these days and I remembered something that, upon a search, I’d pinched and posted way back in 2010. Worth a read if you’re planning a trip to London that may involve getting of the train and onto a bus. And that would be the London bus drivers daily prayer.
Our Father,
Who art in Hendon,
Harrow be Thy name.
Thy Kingston come,
Thy Wimbledon
In Erith as it is in Hendon.
Give us this day our daily Brent,
And forgive us our Westminster's,
As we forgive those who Westminster against us.
Lead us not into Thames Ditton,
But deliver us from Ealing,
For thine is the Kingston,
The Purley and the Crawley,
For Iver and Iver,
Crouch End.
Quote; Meister Eckhart.
“If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, Thank you, that would suffice.”
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