I Have Noticed That Rooms Which Are

Prayer's A Very Tricky Business.

The Devil's Out Of Fashion.

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

Time Takes The Ugliness And Horror Out Of Death And Turns It Into Beauty.