Good Friday and Stuff

Good Friday. No work! Ho hum. This morning, Mary was all, “let’s have a barbecue!” in celebration of the blue, blue skies and general non-working.

It was only as we were getting things ready that brother helpfully remind us that oh noes!!1! We don’t do meat on Good Friday. Bah.

We had a nice salad, hummus and seafood spread instead. Then there was religious stuff, which I don’t want to talk about. We settled down in the afternoon to watch one of the religious epics or talks they always have…except this year, they didn’t. The BBC was showing Mulan, for God’s sake!

Pretended not to want to watch Mulan, but slipped tape in recorder for later. Even the God channel on Sky had some fecking televangelist, who may interest people like Anne Rice, but invokes fury in me.

I decided to kill two birds with one stone and go for a long walk as the sun set instead, because that’s the time when I can think most clearly; when I can meditate and be Alone. The woods were covered in daffodils, and also evil midges. Had to drag the dog away from trying to eat a dead rabbit and, strangely, a dead hedgehog in the Field of Death en route. Golden sunlight filtered through the trees. I paused at one old tree, absolutely massive and enduring and what must have been centuries old. Some Chav had carved their initials into the trunk.

The sun was setting on the horizon as I muttered some prayers and just felt… the essence of self lost in the sunlight, in the sense of history and continuity and spirituality around me.

Then I made my way back, full of all this nice karmic attitude. Lasted for about five minutes, when had to shout at local idiots trying to smash the bus stop in and pick up about twenty chocolate, crisps and cigarette wrappers morons had thrown along the field and hedgerows. People suck, man.

I’ll get this Roman Catholic thing right one day, you know.