Friday 29th January
All my relations go rotten when alcohol is involved. Even a quiet evening in Headingley becomes a vicious monster once a few beers have been consumed. All about which fighter was Germany's main aircraft in the Second World War! Such a trivial mindless unimportant argument about the past, the dark days of the twentieth century. It doesn't matter. Nothing will change as a result of this passionate and brutal onslaught. Instead of this I could see peace. Decided to head to Hebden Bridge slightly earlier. Not feeling Leeds this morning. Needed to be mindful and let last night fold back on itself. I am blessed as a Son of God. There is a way of seeing last night as another lesson on my stubborn mind. The pain I bring in to being is finite. Perhaps the target I have given my self is the problem. Waiting for Lent is so silly! Christ didn't chose to go into the wilderness on a specific date! He went because he was called. There is no time. The system says that there is, but that...