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Date: 08 March 2005 22:07:26
Who's been looking me up on 'gruesome films?' We're referring to 'Les Choristes,' here, I presume.
At risk of annoying Smudgie and JTL, I'm working my way through my Mothering Sunday chocolate piece by piece. Sorry to tempt you, ladies! And as Mr Miff is on a diet, and Ms Miff resolutely refuses to break her Lenten choc fast, I have it pretty much to myself. And if I say it myself, I'm quite impressed at my self-control!
I only seem to be able to demonstrate said fruit of the spirit in that one area, at the moment, although after the weekend's high octane marital tiff, I'd better get practising in various others. Poor Mr Miff and myself are tiptoeing apologetically round the place, being unaturally and uncharacteristically polite to each other. Hence the Mothers Day chocolate from my other half - for use when I'm feeling down. Paradoxically, the assignment is coming along nicely, and after this weekend, I've certainly gained some new ideas. Not least about why the way our family interacts affects the stuggles I experience expressing my faith. It's a strange feeling when something stops being a mere academic exercise and becomes something that you live. Strange also when that that for you is the core of your existence is rubbished and ripped to pieces.
So just now, I'm concentrating on glueing the shattered pieces of my confidence together again, and keeping things on as even a keel as I can manage for Mr Miff. The best way of which appears to be by keeping quiet, keeping the place running like clockwork (or as near an approximation to that as is ever possible chez Miffy), and above all expressing as few (negative) emotions as possible.
Ah well. Could be worse. And if I were a psychologist I could have a field day with our family!