The Lord has made it safely to his modest quarters. Despite the paper thin walls and drab carpets He is impressed by the aspect that the balcony provides.
Work on your GTL (gym, tan, laundry) – the Holy Trinity of life. Maybe just T if you are on holiday. No one likes a pasty shag.
Catching up on some light reading, wonder what the royals are up to this week?
He then heads to the local tourist information centre.
Too many choices.
He was annoyed that there was a serious lack of service. Since there was no one to help provide him with any vital tourist information he decides that this will be a holiday based soley on SFA and meeting his children. Priorities people, priorities.
His Holiness does not encourage too many trips to IKEA, consuming synthethic meatballs on a weekly basis does nothing for you. Today His Holiness suggests that you unwind in your local garden. You may have to share your garden with the local community.
His Holiness runs his with his own holy horticultural society – Adam, Eve and Michael. He would have preferred to have the holy trinity of boys but Eve had a hissy. God always plays nice, bears it and rocks on.
Don’t stray from the path.
The Lord likes a neatly trimmed bush. No strays!
Let there be light!
Who needs a solarium? I created the sun – Genius.
Jesus Lover continue to trim your bush, work on your tan and have a quick roll in the hay to take the edge off.