My idea of heaven is a permanent skating party.
When I was a kid, I spent endless hours skating on a small pond in my grandparents back yard. They had dredged the pond just so I could go skating on it in the winter. That’s what my grandfather told me, and he would never lie.
>I had the worst nightmare of my life last night, I dreamt I was in church, giving the children’s sermon. Have you ever watched a children’s sermon carefully? There is a sort of Christians fed to the Lions atmosphere. A lone adult walks up to the podium, and she sits rigidly in a straight backed chair. A mass of children rush up, covering the podium with their squiring wiggling bodies… 