The Book of Abraham

The Book of Abraham.

Some thoughts and findings.

There is no question that we are currently missing some papyri

Even critics of the Book of Abraham must acknowledge this. For example, we are missing the originals to Facsimiles 2 and 3. The question therefore is: how much papyrus are we missing? Professor John Gee has estimated, based on historical eyewitness testimony, papyrilogical considerations, and mathematical calculations, that we're missing a sizable portion of the Joseph Smith Papyri. Professor Gee further argues the likelihood that the text of the Book of Abraham translated (again, via revelation, and not by scholarly means) by Joseph Smith was contained in this missing portion of papyri. [7] Professor Gee is not without his critics, however, who argue instead that we're missing only a small portion of the original papyri. [8]

As such, this is still an open question. Further research is being conducted that will hopefully shed further light on this question. In the mean time, however, Professor Gee's so-called "Missing Papyrus Theory" cannot merely be dismissed. Those who struggle with the Book of Abraham controversy must deal with the evidence presented by Professor Gee.

The same point applies to the Book of Abraham. As Professor Kerry Muhlestein explains:

Critics say that if this papyrus was written in the second century BC it could not possibly have been written by Abraham himself. In regard to this assumption, I ask, who said this particular papyrus was written by Abraham himself? The heading does not indicate that Abraham had written that particular copy but rather that he was the author of the original. What these critics have done is confuse the difference between a text and a manuscript. For example, many people have a copy of J. R. R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings; each has a manuscript copy of the text that Tolkien originally wrote. A text, regardless of how many copies of it exist in the world, is written by one author. However, each copy of that text is a manuscript. 

2017

I've been wondering why my selfies never turn out like other people's and then I remembered I'm a Womble.

In a conversation in which an elderly neighbour was trying to appear cool it became evident that he thinks you're meant to emphasise the 'J' of 'DJ' #hissonisadjayyouknow

It looks like another year has gone by without anyone referring to me as "breathtaking".

This makes like 50 in a row.

This bruise is from walking into a table while looking at my phone and this one is from walking into a door while looking at my phone and th....   

Every time you get dressed remember that, if you die, that's your ghost outfit forever.

I'm starting to wonder if I really am the ideal size and weight to test the security locks to this strong room or if the other employees simply don't like me.

My FaceBook posts:

1. Overheard in my living room = always true

2. News jokes = partly true

3. Other stuff = probably a lie 

This one's true.

"How many volunteers do we have for my evil army?"

384 my liege

"Ok, round them up"

400 my liege

My favourite moment from being a parent; watching a child crawl past £100's worth of toys to play with the rubber door stop behind the door.

No really, the chance to be an immortal, omniscient-ethereal being, transcending all time and space for eternity? Because It's important to have ambitions, my friend.

Heard "Lyin' Eyes" by the Eagles & flashbacked to Debra blasting it out on the family hi fi early on Saturday mornings..................Explain yourself, Wife.

If my dad were alive he'd say something like 'if you're well enough to Facebook, you're well enough to go to work'. THEY'RE NOT THE SAME, DAD.

Nobody's normal. If you think you know a normal person, it means you don't know them very well.

I don't believe in The Loch Ness Mobster; because he never believed in me. I'd scan the crowd at my ukulele recitals, and always see that one empty seat.

Increase your chances of fitting in at the gym by pulling a face like you're trying to pass a piano whenever you lift something.

I'm sick with a cold so I've decided to use my new powers for good and cough all over the lottery ticket buyers on the tube in the morning.

You're welcome.

I get unreasonably angry when my kids get up before 9 on a Saturday.

You're young. you're supposed to be lazy, go and be lazy.

You're so artsy that I can't handle all the cool I feel a seizure coming on.

Remember to check your smoke alarm on a regular basis by very slightly burning a piece of toast.

Typical Monday night rituals:

•fold all your children

•steam the lamp

•boil cereal for the week

•throw out expired underwear

•wash lawn

*walk the dog no more☹️

Hang on, let me overthink this.

The story of how I wound up playing an instrument in a prison orchestra is confluted.

Use cauliflower as a substitute for mashed potatoes, rice, and any joy in your life. You have no friends now, there is only cauliflower.

Just before dying, Seamus Heaney texted "noli timere" to his wife, Latin for "be not afraid," a thing angels often said to terrified humans.

Some train companies will make you buy an extra seat for your balloon animals. The trick is to inflate them after you're already on the train.

It takes a whole village to raise all the calories I just ate in one chicken caesar salad.

If you ever see me on my death bed, please take me off my death bed & move me to my alive bed thanks x.

If you sneeze & miss my "bless you" because you're busy sneezing a 2nd time, shame. I can't be blessing people all day long like I'm the Pope.

Insomnia again. Im thinking to myself, "What would my wife do?" So I put on a one direction onesie, drank a coconut water & watched 8 episodes of Say yes to the dress.

I'm so sick of everyone asking if I *really* hated my kids. They're just jokes, people. Annoying, inconvenient jokes who ruined my life.

Remember when you were pregnant for the first time and you said things like, "I won't let my kids eat in my car."

Have you noticed one shoe laying forlornly in the road? My grandad invented that. One day he took off his shoe, put it in the road and said "Och eye this is a thing now."

I'm 55, but I still feel 25 if I'm lying down and not moving.

You can either agree to sing Bohemian Rhapsody loudly in the car with me or you can walk home.

If you didnt see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, don't invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.

Saturday night, everyone in the house is asleep. Now it's just me, my thoughts, and the malevolent spirit which terrorizes our home

Worth reflecting that the last time LABOUR won a working majority without Blair as leader was in 1966 - 51 years ago.

Well, Holiday is over, so my facebooking is bound to improve. Nobody likes a happy old man with time on his hands.

My strongest memories of school are that it took very little effort for me to pick up all of the following nick names, Wonko Wilko, Wilkinson bored, pilky wilky, walky wilky wonder hands and wee willy wilkins. 

Please keep this to yourself.

This is a long shot but if you are the young blonde girl Who asked me for directions to Starbucks at Moorgate today, can I just say you pronounced hyperbole wrong.

From now on I am keeping a monogrammed handkerchief on me at all times in case I ever need to comfort a stranger very quickly without slowing down the plot.

Not to brag, but I'm the reason when we are in meetings the Bishop has stopped saying there's no such thing as a stupid question."

When my brother was a little boy He had eye problems and briefly required a patch. That's right- he was a toddler pirate. I was so jealous. Neither one of us will ever be that cool again.

I have tricked our cat by loosening his collar a bit everyday and googling "shrinking cat syndrome" while he was on my lap. He looks freaked alright.

The fight is real.

A good way to avoid a shark attack is to immediately turn on your vacuum and use it to chase him out of your house.

Next time I'm at a restaurant I'm going to take a leaf out of my cats book and shout until someone covers the empty bits of my plate with more food.

I strongly believe that, after 40, women shouldn't have any more children. 41 is far too many children for one woman to have.

Today, when I got up in the morning, I looked in the mirror & did a little double take to check it's not Gary Oldman playing me.

When the aliens came to harvest our bones we, as a people must stand up and say "Hey, we need those. You have exoskeletons, you can't even use them."

Avoid becoming embroiled in a controversy about being paid too much by choosing a career as a building surveyor.

No matter how stupid you feel, remember, Little Red Riding Hood couldn't work out a talking wolf in drag wasn't her grandmother

Hi. Can u all refrain from mentioning the 72BC Battle of Cabira please? I lost an ancestor in it & don't want to be reminded of it. Thanks

Heart: I just want people to like me.

Brain: But you say weird things.

Rock collection in the attic: And your forehead is getting very wrinkly.

Only three good things will ever happen to you. When you're too old to dream of being a professional footballer you're down to two.

If I've learned anything from movies, it's that most murder cases are only solved after a detective is suspended but ignores the suspension.

What's everyone's plans for Sunday afternoon? I'll go first. I'm going to go home & make sure my cat didn't throw up in the kitchen while we were all at church.

I love going to my gym, the car park there is quiet and shady and the perfect place for a nap.

My Daughter is always being accused of jumping on the bandwagon. To be fair though she has stolen MCR's tour bus several times.

Hear ye this, I have been silent on this serious matter TOO LONG.

Like this status if you think cafes should provide steak knives if you order baked potatoes.

Feast on the very parchments of my wisdom. Let the scratchings of my quill expand your mind.

I'm so angry I could meet a horse.

There are times when my stomach is excessively full & my brain says, "Eat some food & you might feel less full" and it's never ever true.

I'm not awake at 03:25. I've trained myself to sleep Facebook.

Poetry. Everything I've written in one blog.

DUVET

Duvet,
you are so groovet,
I'd like to stay under you
Until at least Tuesdey
........................
#Sundayatchurch
is a thing I do
but it's hard to Facebook
When sitting on a pew

the thing to remember
And this is most underrated
is not let Bishop see
Or your phone will get confis
................................
A poem to celebrate the day thirty three years ago she said yes I'll marry you and I changed from boyfriend to fiancé.

She came from Basildon
she had a faulty socket.
Her eye fell out,
she couldn't stop it.

That's when I
caught her eye.
..............................
Roses aren't read
This notion's absurd
A rose is a flower
It isn't a word.
...............................
CHRISTMAS FEAST

If you are feeling
a lot less thinner

after all your
Christmas dinner

Pause for thought
for your Christmas turkey

it is feeling
far less perky.
.............................
Ode to Debra.

I had a lot on my plate
You had a lot on your platter.
But you seem like you've lost a bit of weight
I've  just eaten myself fatter.
.................................
To celebrate National Poetry Day

My dearest Anadin
A mystery to me
Why sometimes you cost £2.10
And sometimes 60p
.............................
STACK

forgive me Debra

i did not mean
to stack
the dishwasher

in such
an inefficient manner

i never was
much
of a planner
............................
Night night all, sleep well.

When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be witty? Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me

No!
.................................
Alex Wilkins

Birds do IT,
Bees do IT,
Even educated fleas do IT.
Let's do IT,
Let's enrol for a course in Information Technology.
...............................
An overnight stay in Bolton.

Debra draws me near,
softly whispered in my ear,
not of parting's sweet sorrow,

but don't forget the bins tomorrow.
...........................

They pee in Budapest too or Wilkipeedhere.

As the lyrics of the George Ezra sing tell us

"My house in Budapest

My hidden treasure chest,

My Golden water closet

My beautiful deposit

You-oooo

You-oooo

I'd leave it all"

Going to the toilet is a serious business in Budapest, at least that's what I've determined judging by the array of water closets I saw while staying there this summer.


Here is my most trusted and well used friend, I flushed this pan two or three times a night, (if that's a lot blame my prostate) also three or four times a day at meal times, nap time and times when it was just to hot to be outside.

Budapest is a city on the move, from former communist bloc to capitalist land of opportunity. So there are lots and lots of modern conveniences, but every now and then you find a gem of an old fashion flusher. This one adorned the public toilets at the Budapest Keleti railway station, and it only cost me 100 Forints.

Ahhh, who amongst us can ever forget the Labrynth of Buda Castle, well most of you since you've never been there. Atmosphere, intrigue, history and loads and loads of steps. No trip to the Labrynth would be complete without a trip to the smallest cave of them all.

Of course the castle of Buda is a grand and majestic place, I could only imagine the grandness of the conveniences, the splendour, the magnificence. Well, actually it was all rather dull, sigh.

But I did find quirky and whimsical. It was in a restaurant called the Drum Cafe. It left you with no doubt which gender was to visit which door.

And so it went on and on, hot days, liquid refreshments, have to pee, rest in the apartment, have a drink, need to pee, And so without further narrative here's the rest.

My life in numbers.

Fillings: 2 Yes you read that right, two and all my teeth currently in place and reasonably white.

Grey hairs: 3 Yep, right again. I'm 54 and I have three grey hairs. Admittedly I plucked out rogue early insurgents for a couple of years but have given up the futile fight and embraced the grey, I shouldn't have worried, I can live with a grey hair count of 3.

Height: 5ft 10 inches. Down from a high of 5ft 11and a half inches. Where did my inch and a half go? I k ow what I was at 18 when I was measured for my missionary service, I'm shrinking, If I live to be a hundred I'll be shorter than Debra.

Hours sleep each night: 5 hours 30 minutes. Thanks to a Fitbit I now know my sleep patterns are rubbish, once I could sleep for 7 hours and that was great, given free range I'd sleep for 10 hours, now an aching back, stress from work and a kicky wife have all combined to reduce my minute count to 330 minutes. Hurumph.

Vision: 20/40 and falling. I have glasses. I'm ok with that, in fact sometimes I think they make me look sophisticated other times I look a nerd.

Waist: 38 inches. Not so good. Gone are my 30 inch around the middle days. I had lost some weight but not any more, I pulled out all my trousers from 2012, they fit again. Good times.

Creases, lines and furrowed brows: 200 (approximately) no amount of moisturising in my forties made any difference, I am a slave to genetics, and creased up old faces is a family thing.

Sperm count: 15 million per millilitre. Ok, a bit of poetic licence here it has been many years since my healthy 25 million per millilitre count containing many with broken and twisted tales so I've extrapolated the data and reduced. I've still got it though, I could beat Charlie Chaplin's record yet.

Years alive: Infinity. I expect you wondered how I was going to finish this blog, well here you go. I have always existed in some form, matter unorganised and I will go on In some way for the rest of eternity, crumpled face, rotund belly getting shorter and shorter, forever and ever amen.

Bloody hell, i've got a brain tumour!

Seriously, no word of lie, I (may) have a tumour.

And if your doctor is sending you for an MRI scan then whatever you do never, ever, ever google symptoms of a brain tumour. It will terrify you.

Actually, the terror is on my ability to read the symptoms written down on the screen and then apply them to vague elements of my life and say, 'hey, I've got that.'

And so here it is,

Nausea, well that's me, i have been sick three times this month, maybe I'm bolting my food and am too old to be gobbling food without chewing it.

Neck stiffness, well yes. i get that, sort of. i stretch and exercise it everyday to keep some perspective but yeah I absolutely have that.

Poor coordination; Well didn't i drop the sacrament cup at church? spill food at a Fresheats event, walk into the living room door, tick. (possibly)

Headaches; this may be the one symptom i do have, early morning headaches that get better when I'm up, I have that, i totally have that.

And there are numbness, loss of sight, fits, mood swings, well no, none of these but as you know I'm dominated by self interest so I have ignored them.

So there you have it, i have a tumour and I'm going to die, probably soon. This mat even be my last posting. Farewell.

Blimey, Wilko that's all a bit self indulgent, you haven't even been to the hospital. in fact if i were you I'd leave this in your draft folder.

2014 - the year in bite sized chunks

On 01 January 2014 at 23:00...

“Slept till about 10:30 which you are supposed to do on New Years Day.

Then forgot City were on TV. At 12:45 which you most definitely not supposed to do.

Rowed with Debra because she wouldn't let me watch the last 10 minutes as she already had some oft repeated American crap on when I rushed in so I fumed in the kitchen watching it on the tiny teeny tv in there.

Had a nice evening and quickly made up with Debra.

Watched the new Sherlock, all of us in the living room together, like the olden days.”

On 09 January 2014 at 18:28...

“Not a special birthday unless you are a pack of cards, then it's something of an anniversary.

I am 52 years old. Wow is me for I am undone.

Debra and children super fab nice to buy me presents and cards. Mum gave me money.

An waiting to go to Nando's the home of cheap birthday celebrations. Yahoo.”

On 10 January 2014 at 12:00...

“I am a gangster from 1975. But it's my birthday so I can do what I want.”

On 11 January 2014 at 20:38...

“Migraine over. Now it's hyper time, can't sit still, can't concentrate. Wow is me.

wrote a super funny Facebook status. Everyone is lolling at me.

Am looking through the inter web net thingy for a car I can afford. It's a search and a half.

Tomorrow is first of ward conferences. I am prepared. Lessons will be learnt.

Alex home for one more day, Lily already back in Nottingham. Feeling sad about this.

I love my family.”

On 15 January 2014 at 23:00...

“City wiped the floor with Blackburn Rovers, which was nice.

Feeling very very tired lately , probably just winter blues but I could sleep for a week. (Except when I'm trying to get to sleep.

Hair too long but I rather like it so am going to leave it in place for now.

Worried I have too much work and not enough oomph to get it all done.

X”

On 21 January 2014 at 23:00...

“Went to a Football match. City won 3-0. This winning streak will never end........

Left early for the first time in 30 years. Nothing says old manure than leaving early to avoid the crush.”

On 23 January 2014 at 23:00...

“Thank goodness the audit has finished and I can start living a life again.

I also think we may have dodged a bullet but I'm saying nothing more.

Still too tired to think straight. But that's January all over I suppose.”

On 28 January 2014 at 23:00...

“Alex is home and he is unhappy.

Doesn't like Uni and says he won't be going back next year, doesn't know what else to do.

I love that boy and want him to be happy with a bright future. I have no magic wand and anyway he is 18 and needs to walk his own path. Sigh”

On 31 January 2014 at 14:19...

“SAHA away day. All the AM team except Tony and John. We had a fire awareness training session a talk from HR and scopes out a client brief for the new SoR Contract in Nov 2014. A good day to end a busy and eventful week.

Also my weight is creeping back up. Now 13.13. Up from a low of 13.7 Damn you Christmas and damn you chocolate and damn you lack of self will.”

On 02 February 2014 at 16:00...

“Gave up on my fat at about 1:30pm . This was very distressing but I felt very peculiar and faint. Now I've done it once I'm worried it will happen every time.

Once eaten I felt fine so went to my meeting in Hitchin, drove to Southend to see Pat and Alan and enjoyed a short evening.

Debra finally on the mend. Had had fatigue and symptoms for weeks and weeks but she just keeps on battling. I love and admire her.

On 03 February 2014 at 21:00...

“I'm taking every evening this week off. No late night work, no church, nothing. So there.

Caught up on Telly and wrote some killer Facebook statuses.

Missing Alex not being at home.”

On 05 February 2014 at 21:00...

“Had a training event in Reading so met Alex for lunch.

We had a laugh. I worry about his future and his happiness but at lest he will talk about it which is more than I ever did at 18.

It was over all too soon and it was a very sad journey home, later I enjoyed my evening of gym and nothingness.”

On 13 February 2014 at 23:00...

“Valentines Eve.
Being long married and therefore older and wiser we went out tonight instead. A very nice meal at ASK. We talked and shared and had a good time.

Debra will wake up to flowers and chocolates and a CD. I'll get something nice too.

All good, all good.”

On 16 February 2014 at 22:25...

“Today we went to Church at Catford to say farewell to Joel Butch who is off on a mission to Scotland/Ireland later this week. 2 weeks in the MTC at Chorley and then to Edinburgh. I am excited to see him go and I'm sure he will be a great success as long as his health holds out and he can draw down on the spirit.

We've all had rotten colds and spent the afternoon resting ready for tomorrow.”

On 18 February 2014 at 22:00...

“Debra's birthday a day to shop. And shop we did in the morning and afternoon with lunch at Coast to Coast thrown in. Surprisingly I enjoyed our day together. We bought an M&S finest meal in the evening and Debra was fast asleep by 9pm so I even got watch the second half of City v Barcelona.”

On 02 March 2014 at 23:00...

“What a day......... Went to first 2 hours of church then to Southend. Pat looks very thin. Not well at all. Then a brief stop in Harlow to see mum then a drive in serious rainfall to drop Lily back in Nottingham

As a close my eyes to sleep all I can see is rain falling on a windscreen.”

On 14 March 2014 at 06:10...

“Insomnia. Everything aches my index fingers. My big toes and my knees - and don't even get me started on my head.

I'm dog tired and now it's time to get up I've got a seminary class to teach and so I've got to be upbeat.

Good news - I've got a week off after today and nothing planned and that's what intend to do, nothing.”

On 20 March 2014 at 22:00...

“So the fraud case brought against President Monson has been thrown out. It was an abuse of the courts process and the warrant for arrest should never have been issued, of the few people who knew of the case most LDS were not worried, most weren't really interested but I admit to being quite concerned. Courts are funny places and judgement isn't always fair and equitable.

Tom Phillips who brought the case is talking big about shocking evidence he can now present to the world which sounds like the bluster of a sore looser.


Here's hoping the six figure cots of defending the case are passed to him personally, that sounds very un-Christian but really I'm hoping it will give him something else to concentrate on and stop bothering us.

Spent time last night reading FAIRmormon site on book of Abraham it is a strange old book but they do explain some of the anomalies of its translation and publication.”

On 23 March 2014 at 08:01...

“And just like that it was all over. The week whooshed by as I knew it was and Sunday is here. I'm off to the last ward conference in Harlow today, last presentation and last time hearing all the talks again m. I've quite enjoyed it.”

On 31 March 2014 at 23:00...

“Indexing. I learned to do it this week and now I'm in the charts.”

On 06 April 2014 at 23:00...

“That's conference then. It was uplifting and some of it seemed to have been directed straight at me. I need to worry less about the affects of the churches enemies because they can't bring down this great work. The Prophet of course knows this and doesn't let it distract the real work. Try and remember this Pete.”

On 11 April 2014 at 12:00...

“Damn this game we call golf is frustrating. I'm NEVER going to master it and it is responsible for more anger and bad language and angst than anything else, and then on the 18th I unleashed an approach shot tiger would have been pleased with.”

On 12 April 2014 at 18:05...

“Today.

Woke up 8am.

Went and got a hair cut, took Alex to Asda to get shirt and trousers for Fresh eats. Loaded up the cars and drove to Luton.

Did 3.5 hours of serving and clearing then cleaned up and came home.

Cut the grass and went to B&Q to but stuff then planted tomatoes and peppers. Finished up putting all the equipment back in the bedroom.

And that my friend is a busy Saturday.”

On 19 April 2014 at 21:10...

“Easter, so far so good. Yesterday Mum and David and his family came to visit. It was all a bit last minute so we had a BBQ.

It was warming and relaxed and there was plenty to eat and drink.

And we took this picture.”

On 21 April 2014 at 12:09...

“A day at Woburn Abbey Safari Park. Who'd have thought that with children aged 18 and 20 we'd be off out for the day as a family, but here we are.

It was nice and warm, the animals were interesting, nice picnic and apart from a dodgy car all went well.

Here is a picture of a giraffe as it lopes along to get something to eat.”

On 22 April 2014 at 12:00...

“Only 4 more weeks of seminary. No ones listening or learning and no one believes. Don't know why I bother. Actually I do. I'm sure something is sinking in and will be of use when one of them needs God. sigh.”

On 27 April 2014 at 16:00...

“Stake Conference quote;

Teach your children value and don't give them everything they want and live your lives so you help them get a testimony. All this was gleaned from a Elder José A. Teixeira expounding on 1 Nephi 1:1.”

On 07 May 2014 at 23:00...

“Today was a good day to be a Man city fan. 4-0 to the blues and the title race very nearly sown up.

I did get royally soaked though and slept badly but this will not dampen my spirits.

My out never grow out of football.”

On 11 May 2014 at 18:54...

“And so to complete a magic week of football we've only gone and won the Premier league.”

On 13 May 2014 at 09:17...

“I am at a Senior Management team training dat where I have taken a Myers Briggs indicator test.

"I am Quiet, friendly, responsible and conscientious. I work devotedly to meet obligations, lend stability to a project and am concerned with how others feel."

Sigh. I hate it when the psychology mumbo jumbo is so accurate.”

On 23 May 2014 at 23:00...

“I will be glad to slam the door on that week. Rubbish meetings, bad communication, busy evenings, kids away, broken car, sickness, insomnia, seminary nonsense, this week had it all and it can keep it. I've locked the front door and that's it only a house fire will get me out the door tonight.”

On 13 June 2014 at 19:11...

“And so to the Ballet. Romeo and Juliette at the Royal Albert Hall. It was a wonderful experience.”

On 29 July 2014 at 12:25...

“Sometimes I sit in a work meeting and simply want to run away or internally combust or worse.

This particular meeting is dull, dull beyond belief and it just seems to be going on and on and on and on.”

On 24 September 2014 at 16:00...

“Back on the 34th floor of the Herron Tower, awesome views, expensive drinks and I'm at my witty best. The wind is ruining my carefully crafted hairstyle. #firstworldproblems”

On 25 September 2014 at 10:47...

“There is nothing like waiting for a meeting to start where you know you are out of your depth. I've got that right stressed feeling in the pit of my stomach, I need to pee again and it's only been 15 minutes since I last went and I'm thinking why am I here. And how can I get out of it. About to meet lawyers, loss adjusters, angry and upset neighbours and there's just me to sort it out. #earningmywagestoday.”

On 15 October 2014 at 09:13...

“Working from home. Some people should just get up and go into work.

After I've walked the dog, visited the Doctor, checked Facebook, watched cash in the attic, updated my football predictions and sorted my work bag its lunch time and after lunch I've got to bring in some veg plants and....... Well you get the picture, not much work which means I end up working til 8pm to make up for it. Best just go into the office in future.”

On 23 October 2014 at 23:14...

“Had fab time at SAHA ping pong challenge. Didn't win. Hilariously doctored photo to remove pint of beer.”

On 30 November 2014 at 20:31...

“Today is Christmas tree day. A time honoured Wilkins family tree putting up day. (One day early.)

Found the tree in the loft without incident, assembled and decorated before Sunday lunch. Alex was home and my Mother was also here.”