Life is like the river, sometimes it sweeps you gently along and sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.

Life is like a Play field you are the ball your enemies are the defenders devil is the striker God is the referee Prayer is the wing Faith is the linesman Bible is the offside Jesus is the keeper and your life is the goal post.

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

We are proceeding very gently.

Hell! His beard grows fast as blazes, like a damp wicket in springtime sun, green, and Rachel's skin is so fine, his bristles can score her red the way a new ball marks a bat, English alum on English unbleached willow, finest quality, special selection, Rachel-grade. Zach, my man, you have cricket on the brain! Thomas has asked him to play on Sunday. Bring Rachel, he said. Thomas 'All Souls' Aubry, gentleman, corinthian at heart, and half French yet more English than a true-born.

I woke up about a foot away from her. There were no cushions and it was apparently, one of the causes of cot death, wherever they are, is that a baby just stops breathing.