Have you heard….


I am not a religious person, despite being christened into the Roman Catholic Church. When I was younger, I was very involved in the Church, Sunday school, Church trips, Church youth groups, you name it. I even went to a sleep over at my Church once! It was great fun! But then I hit 14 and it wasn’t for me anymore. There was no “Godly” connection. Joan of Arc I was not.

My fathers parents are religious, as are his sisters (well, 2 of them). They are Mormon. The Mormons get a lot of flack, especially the Polygamous of the Church. Me? I see no issue if a man wants to have 4 wives, as long as they’re all happy with the arrangement then what’s it any of my business? (Have you seen that show Sister Wives? I LOVE it!)

Anyway. I’m getting away from myself.
So, at 15 I decided God wasn’t for me. So I chose a different path. However every Sunday whenever I am in Cayman, my grandmother expects me to go to Church. I indulge her in this. I don’t dislike it, but I don’t connect.

Yet somehow today I find myself having two Sisters of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints coming over to see me.

Yeah. I know. My grandma she would definitely be proud.

I still have no connection to religion. That said, I do find the whole Religious Miracle stories absolutely Fascinating. Even more so that the Vatican has priests who investigate them. Virgin Mary’s crying blood, people with Stigmata. All that stuff fascinates me. But the connection to God. I don’t have it.

So starved of adult companionship (only other adult I really have any relationship with is my husband, work doesn’t count simply because majority of the people I work with go out of their way to ignore me, but that’s another story all together) I have come across 2 lovely female missionaries and somehow or other they’re now coming to see me today.

Will I ever have a connection to God? I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not.

It’s for certain that Christianity and myself have clashes over beliefs and morals. Which for me raises questions. How do you have complete faith in the bible yet retain your moral beliefs?

God help me. (Pun intended)

Knock Knock, Who’s There

This weekend Jehovah Witness members have taken over Twickenham and the local area. They’re having their annual Watch Tower conference at Twickenham Stadium.
This means that the hotel is really busy, the local shops are packed, as are the cafes, coffee shops, supermarkets and restaurants.
This weekend is part one of my sister-in-law to be’s hen weekend! A hen slumber party! With wine!
My sister-in-law lives across from the stadium.


Last weekend, my husband as at work and I was at home. It was 10am and I was still in my pyjamas. By pyjamas I mean a ratty vest top and a pair of my husbands boxers. For some reason I decided this was appropriate attire to clean the fish tank. It was not. Especially when the door bell rang and it was a middle aged man and a prepubescent awkward looking boy waiting to talk to me about “Jesus” and “saving my soul”.

I blurted out some really random crap, followed by “thank you, but I’m a Wiccan”.

Which isn’t actually a lie.

My point is, I’m very understanding of every religion. Recently I read a quote on Facebook, which sums up my opinion.
“I’m happy that you’re happy you have a penis, but when you start waving it in my face, then we have a problem.”

This is exactly my point. I am happy for any person to choose their own religion, but don’t preach it to me or try to convert me.
I was christened into the Roman Catholic faith, but I was never confirmed. I never went to mass or took communion. In fact, the only thing that interests me about the Catholic faith is that they have a section of priests who investigated “miracles”, you know, Virgin Mary statues crying blood and nuns with the Stigmata.
I tried Christianity and I didn’t like it. It didn’t gel with me.
I tried Islam and it didn’t gel with me.
Eventually I found Wicca. I got it. That was 13 years ago. I’ve never looked back.

So I am seriously considering going over to the hotel that they are staying in and knocking on their doors at 9pm, whilst wearing my pyjamas and a face mask and asking them if they’ve heard of the “church of the people of the face masks”.

Taste of their own medicine and such.