Weekly Photo Challenge: Contrast

I love the Hub; I do.  Remember that if you ever hear he was found buried in a blue recycling bin left abandoned off the M6.

This was my lounge last April.  Note the space in the corners.  The other end was just as clear.  I took the photograph because I knew I would need the memory to cling on to.

I am too embarrassed to show it as it is right now, but here’s an equivalent picture:

The Hub has promised to buy a shed this year so that I can have the house back.

Watch this space.

Joke 362

A page from a Victorian Confession Album (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thanks to Granny 1947 for this one.

A priest was being honoured at his retirement dinner after twenty-five years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner. However, since the politician was delayed, the priest decided to say his own few words while they waited.

‘I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss’s wife, taken illegal drugs and gave VD to his girlfriend. I was appalled. But as the days went on, I learned that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people.’

Just as the priest finished his talk the politician arrived, full of apologies for being late. He immediately began to make the presentation.

‘I’ll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived,’ said the politician. ‘In fact, I had the honour of being the first person to go to him for confession.’