Thought for the Day

I think I have actually become quite attached to my ongoing poverty over the last couple of months; there is in the end, as Jesus tried to tell us, and as Mr. Potatohead, with his austere yet exemplary disavowal of everything but a simple nose, and a pair of blue trainers, seems keen for us to understand, something heroic and noble about the prospect of eating nothing but onion pie and potato sandwiches for the next twenty-two days, and I would heartily recommend the large transnational teaching organisation I work for to anyone considering a healthy and holy future as some sort of ascetic hermit.