Mrs Spratt, her first name Jean, It is well known, could eat no lean And though her spouse consumed no fat, They still got on despite all that. ‘Cos appetites once satiated And having cleared all they had plated The one the other, not berating, They saw no need for separating.
Until Jack’s sweetheart did things wrong Every time she ate a scone Firstly insisting ‘twas a scone, (And no, it’s not each to their own) But worse than that, compelled I am, To tell you where she placed her jam Because, alas, unlike the Queen She put it underneath the cream.
To eat thus is, of course, uncouth – That might sound harsh, but it’s the truth – As even Debrett’s doth agree It crosses lines of decency. Unable then to go through life Yoked to such an unseemly wife, Her teatime choices not endorsing, Jack soon his Jean will be divorcing!
Nothing particularly interesting to say about myself other than after 27 years working as a GP, I was delighted, at the start of December 2023, to start work as the South West Regional Representative of the Slavic Gospel Association (SGA). You can read about what they do at sga.org.uk.
I am also an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there might be interested enough to read what I've written.
Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. I apologise for the repetition.
If you are involved in a church in the southwest of England and would like to hear more of SGA’s work, do get in touch. I’d love to come and talk a little, or even a lot, about what they get up to!.
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