I can think of several times, when I've wanted to punch 'God' on the nose. If he's there, and I really hope he is, he has some serious explaining to do. The older I get(I'm 34 now-yikes!) the more I find I want to believe in something, but bad things happen so often it is difficult. I'm happy to listen to any amount of persuasion - provided it's not from Jehovahs Witnesses. My husband reckons he saw him outside a chip shop in Clapham last week, but I have to tell you, I don't believe him!