I’ll do a few posts this morning to create the illusion that I blog regular.
Thanks so much for all your comments, emails and (Katie) postcards. Its the little messages from home that keep me going on hard days. I love you all.
Incidentally I’m likely to be in taize another 5 or so weeks, so if you want to send me a postcard, send it here:
Andy Gray
La Morada
71250 Taize Communaute
France
The last one took about a week, so they’re marginally faster then email, and you cant hug an email. ;-p
Pages:
If I’d known you hug postcards I would have sent a fatter, softer, cuddlier one! xo
Bro, you’re the freaking man. Love you heaps and am telling you to be strong, keep your chin up, roll with the punches, feel the fear and do it anyway. Because that kind of encouragement, whilst being 100% sincere, also seems like a kiwi male thing to do (thus cementing my enviable level of pure manhood on these pages forever… gee Sam, overcompensating much?). And my commentary on this inner monologue / stream of consciousness will hopefully be bringing a smile to your face. If not, you just need to get a better sense of humour. Don’t try and tell me the problem lies with me, because we both know that’s not true. I’m funny as. For actual.
Aaaaaaanyway. Becca Nicholls is now Becca Robinson. Was an amazing day, and heaps of fun. She was stunning, and he was dressed like a total suave man. Jokes were told, bright orange construction vests were worn (by me, no less); and believe me, merriment abounded. ‘Twas a grand old day.
Miss you. Keep on keeping on.