Dashing to church, as I was leading sunday school and didn't have much time spare (who, me?) I overheard a lad of around 3 years old. He was holding his grandad's hand whilst walking atop a wall maybe a metre or so high, and saying he knew he'd be ok if he fell one way (onto the grassy field) but that if he fell onto the pavement he'd die. His grandad was keen to reassure him he wouldn't die, he'd be ok (particularly cos you're there, I thought). I worry a lot about where I'm going to fall but I guess even though some landings are softer options than others, we mainly don't die, especially when we have loved ones holding our hands.
After a day that had more jobs in it than I'd have liked, but still had some downtime, I'm having some family time today. Hope your landings today are mainly feather soft :)
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