Amazed & Confused

Postsecret

Here's my dilemma; I've been checking a blog for the last few months and I find it utterly facinating. PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. Always creative, sometimes uplifting, often disturbing the postcards uploaded every Sunday are a glimpse into people's deepest secrets; their fears, their guilty admissions and their secret joys...

The Spanish invasion

This weekend I had a mission; I was dogged, determined and would not be dissuaded from proving that Birtish food could be tasty and stand up to the cuisine any European nation had to offer. I am sick and tired traveling to different countries and hearing their unique slant on how disgusting English food is and how vastly superior their nation's culinary talent is. I mean, even Germans have tried to gloat over me in the past! Germans! The inventers of Schnitzel, greasy, tough, breaded meat and Sourcrowt, minging cabbage...

Merry Proxy Christmas!

Today is Proxy Christmas (November 25th) and the official start to the Christmas season in Chichester! I am sooo excited. It's as if Christmas has crawled inside my imagination and reinvented the magic, wonder and love in a matter of 24 hours...

Surrounded by beauty...

I am surrounded by rediculously good looking people. Honestly! I thought I'd share them with you as I am incredibly proud of my friends, family and fella. It's tough job but someone's got to look at them...

Uncle Frank!

Meet my Uncle Frank, my favourite Uncle (shhh! don't tell the others!). He flew from Dublin last weekend to hang out and catch up with the British arm of the Trundle family and I took an extra special day trip home to catch up with him. He hasn't really changed a bit, still big, strong and funny, still able to crush my hand in his and pretend to head but me. Hmmm happy days... xc

Brain Fry...

Today I have that slightly exhausted brain feeling you can only attain from a day of intense teaching and a mind blowing time of prayer. Yesterday Martin Scott came to speak to Transit about Covenant, Spiritual Christianity and the prophetic...

Matt & Dave woo the ladies...

I'm currently squatting on the floor of a global prayer room in Reading Boiler Room whiling away my lunch break with the other Transiteers. I thought I might introduce you too them with a lovely video I took on Charlotte's phone. Sadly I took it the wrong way up so click the link below (you need quicktime to view it), tilt your head to the left and ladies, control yourself! xc Download dave_matt_woo_the_ladies.3gp

Lasting the distance

Last weekend my family and friends surprised Mum and Dad with a party to celebrate their 25th year of marriage. As we all gathered in the Sharpe’s living room to embarrass them with old photos and stories I had a sudden moment of realisation. What my parents have achieved is truly amazing

Kiss Chase

It's amazing what vigour you regain from a weeks holiday. I've jigged my way through today, giggling like a school girl and bopping around to the imaginary soudtrack in my head. Not the best day to dare me to do anything as the lovely Tom from the 24-7 office found out to his great embarrassment!

Highland Fling!

What a week! Fun, frollicks and flinging myself round mountains galore! Stephen, Benjamin and I had a truly wonderful week in the Scotish Highlands. Many lazy mornings, good meals and unfortunate gassy incidents. For my favourite memories and some rather amusing videos keep reading...

Bexicockles and Charlottie to Hottie...

Two of my closest and most dramatic friends had their Birthdays in quick succession last week. As I spent a week, lounging in the Scotish Highlands Rebecca and Charlotte took another firm step into womanhood... hehe, how grand!

At the foot of Ben Nevis...

I am officially on holiday!  I'm typing this after a hearty dinner, sitting in a log cabin at the foot of Ben Nevis in the Scotish Highlands.  The sound of the rain on the windows is a foreshadowing of the ninety mile an hour winds forecasted for tonight.  Our little hotel is so iscolated that the only sound I could hear last night was the wind in the trees...

Rain drops keep falling...

Yesterday was punctuated by my favourite sound; rain on glass. My bedroom is in the attic and there's nothing that relaxes or soothes me more than the sound of rain on the roof when I’m snuggled beneath my goose down duvet…