Sunday

The wedding was really good. I don't wish to offend anyone but I'm not always into those swanky wine farm do's, I prefer a family and friends, kids running down the aisle type wedding. This was a totaly comfortable affair and everyone had a good time. We even danced - Rowland and I were the only ones on the dance floor for Billie Jean, confirming what I've suspected for a while, Michael Jackson is old fogey music. Who cares.
On the way home we came across a most horrific accident which (from a distance) seemed to be between a car and a motorcycle. I think we counted three fire engines and many police vehicles, the road was closed off and what I find totally SICK is how some feel they have to stop their cars and walk over to the accidents scene. Sickoes!
Tomorrow is my mums birthday. I'm sure she won't mind me mentioning that she will be 88 years old. What a life she's had and still around to tell the tales. She has three children, 9 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren. Way to go Annie.
So, my prayer for today is for a lifetime of Joy for Natalie and Stanley, Peace and Acceptance for the families left behind after the crash and Good Health and Happiness for my mum.