Growing old disgracefully

By GOD

TIDY SHED, SICK MIND?

Or tidy mind, sick shed?  The choice is yours.  It may not look tidy, but you should have seen it before.  It was a rather grim job, clearing our mouse nests and some suspiciously large droppings that might have been a squirrel or  a rat. And that was not all:


The very deep floor did rot: O Christ! 
That ever this should be! 
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 
Upon the slimy sea....ehh!!


Three hours later, a pile of stuff shifted into the loft, a wheelie bin full of rubbish and there is a faint chance I may be able to find stuff in there again. 
In comparison, the morning's teaching was a joy. 

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