If God has no sense of humour, you might want to keep an eye out at the Last Judgment for Alec and I trying to explain how exactly we came to be discussing the improbability of Mary allowing Jesus to go out into the desert for 40 days and 40 nights without insisting he bring some sandwiches and a woolly jumper, because just think how that would make her look in front of all the other virgin mothers…
Then again, given that my site seems to inexplicably, er, pop up, with frightening regularity and apparent relevance on searches of varying levels of moral degeneracy, I might have a lot more to explain to Him than just that.
There’s also this cartoon on my room door, just below the slip of paper printed with “Where am I going? And why am I in this handbasket?”
I think the evidence is mounting up. Ulp.