... this blog is not a good place to look for Shrek, Donkey or Eeyore despite what the 'serach terms' aggregator would suggest.  One post on one service using these characters a good while back, and ever since people have come looking.  So: I don't have Eeyore!  I don't have Shrek!  I don't have Donkey!  I have nothing against them, you just won't find them here.  And just maybe Google will now give enough of these words to save you a wasted trip...  Good hunting elsewhere.

This Sunday (Low Sunday) we are taking the show on the road to a local sheltered housing complex.  A couple of folk are coming round to my house in the morning to make up 50 plated sandwich teas, then in the afternoon we descend en masse to the lounge of the complex for our songs of praise type service.  The 'talk,' such as it is, is taking the theme 'lost and found' and will spring out of the parables of lost sheep and lost coins.  The idea effectively is that maybe we feel as insignificant, or even as lost, as said item/animal but that we are of inestimable worth to God.  I think that this fits for folk who have had to give up their own home to live in a sheltered complex and some of whom have no family nearby. I am hoping it will give folk a bit of a lift - a little 'high' - from the flatness of the post bank holiday humdrum.  I'm not over enamoured with their choice of hymns, they are, on the whole, a bit gloom laden, but at least they have chosen them.  Let's just hope they arrive to sing them and that the church folk don't decide to take the day off...