This film shows one of the reasons why I have a problem with organised religion.
Plus the "pastor" of the church my ex dh attended at the time, and who he had decided was going to organise my sons funeral service, contacted me via text message to say that it was a long way for him to come to my house to discuss things, so could we meet in a coffee shop half way!
I think I'll stick with cutting out the middle men.
being a right moany pain in the proverbial
Alison Hammond waxwork. Is it a joke?
