This is how it went down..
I said to myself, “Shaun, you should find out what time Hillsong London’s services are. Yes, that will be a good use of your time on this very uneventful day.” “Also, Shaun, find out where the services are held. After all, it’s a huge freaking city, you musn’t get lost.”
So then I listened to myself and got on the web.
I found that the times were very convenient: 10:30, 12:45, 5:00. Swell. Now that’s done. Where is this place anyway?
Oh my, the recommended tube stop is the same one I use to get to my flat. That’s great. It should be… Oh my, that’s the same street as my.. OH MY! I can see it from my front door.
Yeah.
Also, today I went to retrieve the remainder of my luggage from my cousin Clive’s flat, but was sidetracked on the way due to a bloody paw print. I thought, “Hmm, that’s odd. And so is this one.. and this one.. and this one..”
So I followed the paw prints for about a half mile from a park all the way to a front door which was opening as I passed.
A woman came out and looked down at the tracks. I said, “Excuse me, are those your dog’s tracks?” She then got very shifty and mumbled “yes” as she walked away.
Very odd. I hope the doggie’s ok. But this pretty much makes me a detective now. And an international one at that.
Good day.
Love.
Shaun
I will not be jealous. I will not be jealous. I will not be jealous. Ok, maybe that worked.
Now when you say bloody, do you really mean bloody. Or have you gone to London and decided to swear so openly about something as simple and innocent as a dog’s print?
Oh yes! It was “fo real” blood.
Not the swearing kind.
:)
you’re my favorite :)
i want to hear about hillsong london! post about soon!
<3
Hahaha, you’re ridiculous.