This is really not my style. This photo was taken in the local Jesuit church of a confessional box because I happened to be in the church to take a few photos. So I confess that my only connection to a church, cathedral or whatever is to take a photo. Although I must say it is an interesting little box. There are two entrances, or are they exits and a curtain in the middle. Why does the priest have to hide behind a curtain. I suppose it all has its reason. If I wanted to confess, which entrance should I use? It is all very confusing. I only know about this confessional stuff from others, but it seems if you commit a few murders the church would not even tell anyone about it and most of what you confess (probably not the murders) will be forgiven around a few corners.
I confess that I have nothing to say on this subject. Lunch was Ok today, I did not burn anything and everyone enjoyed it. I went shopping this morning and bought everything on the list. I had such a perfect morning that there is nothing to confess about. If I had poisoned someone at today’s lunch or shot the butcher because he sold me the wrong meat, I would have had something to confess.
I have just finished cleaning the shower which I hate doing. It is only half an hour, but half an hour of my peaceful life in the afternoon. I uttered a few profanities whilst doing it, is that a reason to confess? Actually I confess every day on my blog, but as I do not do anything spectacular, who cares. I even get likes for my confessionals, so how’s that.
Ok, time to go, I confess I am bored with this theme and probably I am boring you as well. I really have better things to do with my time. Oh there is that neighbour outside that annoys me because she always leaves the entrance door open. OK, I have dealt with the situation. I confess that I just went outside and …….. locked the door.