Bloody cracking story there, Jim. I got a bit poorly last week and I'd let my grass grow out of the chimbley pots. Spent all day today getting it back down (I've got half an acre to mow and my garden won't admit ride-ons) and even then I had to cut a whole season's growth down under my apple trees. I finished at ten to eight this evening, utterly shagged out. Spotted a shaft of warm evening sunlight on me patio, so poured meself a glass of Colombard and sat in the last bit of sun for fifteen minutes on me tod. Every bird for miles was singing its heart out and I just shut me eyes for a few minutes...

There was no God though. Everything I saw and heard in that fifteen minutes was sublimely ordinary and explicable. No need for Godly add-ons. Why can't we all just accept that the most beautiful thing about everything is just how ordinary it is?