I have been thinking about secrets. Hard not to with Pam's posting to think about. My life has always been an open book. If people want to ask me a question usually I give them an answer. This does not always apply to bodily functions. How I hate the question:"Have we opened our bowels today?" that you get from sweet faced nurses after operations. Of which I have had several. The answer is usually:"I have, how about you?"

Yesterday we went to the "new" church Ray and I will be going to now. It is about the same distance to the north as our old one was to the south, Unlike England where a village is a parish here we have geographical boundaries like electoral areas as parishes and the church is located somewhere in that area. Our new one is behind our local shopping centre. I think this is going to be an advantage. Sundays will be something like, go to church, grab some groceries. The club where we have our bistro meals is close by so maybe it will be go to church, go to lunch. I can see all kinds of possibilities with that one. Not too far away is a local movie theatre so....

When we went yesterday we took Tori who we will be having two Sundays in a row (long, tangled family story). We went in and someone greeted us there. One of the volunteers from Ray's Daycare. Nice, someone who knows Ray as he is and won't make judgements. Then another person from our past came over and so we felt, not exactly at home but recognised. I popped Tori into the Sunday school which at the moment is just a creche for the little ones, she was the first there and DELIGHTED to see colouring pencils, glue, pretty paper etc waiting for her, she was so pleased with her hour there, her parents will hear about it for the rest of the week.

When we went to collect Tori the pleasant couple in charge chatted a bit and then she asked: "Are you Sue *W*?" I confessed that I was. She looked pleased. Apparently we have a mutual friend who told her that when she went off to have her knee operated on, which is apparently soon, I "might take over the Sunday school for her". Well, I was floored!! Here I am saying no-one will know me and some people, knowing me by reputation only, already have jobs lined up for me. Yes, I did do Sunday school for many years but that was in the 80's. As I've done a lot of work with kids since it would be easy to pick up the skills, pilot a program and get back in harness, but I have some choices now.

There was a notorious criminal called Ronald Biggs, once reported to have spent some time in Australia, probably more than two years, some of it close to where we live now. He was wanted in Britain as a Great Train Robber and eventually fled to South America. He remained in Australia unrecognised. If it had been me someone would have come up to me and said: "Ronnie, mate, what are you doing here? Want to teach Sunday school? See ya there tomorrow."