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Low life

When the going gets tough there’s nothing like an hour of rollicking hymn singing

My heart melts every time I sing the soaring chorus of ‘How Great Thou Art’

8 August 2015

9:00 AM

8 August 2015

9:00 AM

On Saturday my boy had a mini-stroke at home, aged only 26. ‘You’ll have to give up smoking and do a spot of exercising now and again,’ I told him as the ambulance drove away. Smoking is his solace and consolation. ‘Out of the question,’ he said. On Sunday morning I went to church.

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