It sounds like a bomb has gone in the house next door. No, it hasn’t. It’s Sunday and all the neighbours are at it again. Miss Allday is turning her living room. Mr Shaw is laying an electricity supply to his greenhouse. His plants must be getting cold. Even Mrs Taylor, the piano teacher, has turned car maintenance for the day. Mr Wise is really organised. He’s taken a team of builders to extend his downstairs bathroom. I hope he’s got planning permission. Last week, the same team were doing his kitchen. He lays them from Monday to Saturday and then on the day of rest they’re all at it again.
Whatever happened to quiet contemplation? God took almost a week to build heaven and earth, but the people in this street think they can do it in a day! No wonder church attendances are falling!
This great country of ours no longer turns good Christians. Everybody’s too busy putting garden sheds or adding rooms to their properties to put invisible guests. If a bomb really went next door, nobody would call the fire brigade. Mr Wise and his team would just turn the nearest fire hydrant and they would put it themselves. Come to think of it, I could probably do one of these amateur teams. My washing machine has just given . Damn, it’s Sunday... I’ll have to wait till tomorrow before I can call the service engineer.