It's Sunday and the sun is shining ... well it is here in Northern Kentistan now that the rain has stopped. It's a day of rest for those of us not suffering the hardships of Sunday work and I started to think about lessons learned many years ago whilst attending Sunday school. And the leasson for today is forgiveness. Who do we forgive for wrongful deeds against us? And who could we never forgive? Who would you now buy a pint and say "no hard feelings" and who, as the years fail to heal wounds, would you still like to rip the spleen out of? Ok for me: I forgive the Israeli soldier who laid the landmine in South Lebanon that took my left leg in 2002. It wasn't personal and he was just doing his job. If I could meet him today I would buy him a pint. Unless of course he is a Spurs fan. I do not forgive the b1tch who failed me on my cycling proficiency test back in 1970. Failed because I made a simple error of judgement and took both hands (momentarily mind you) of the handlebars ... a confused 11 year old who didn't know if he was turning right or left so panicked and signalled both ways. Tearful moments of shame as everyone else was awarded a certificate and weeks of mockery followed every time k13 mounted his trusty chopper. B1tch. I hope you died of the pox.