The exact things I had googled before 10am this morning:
Wacky Warehouse
Peter Pan Tinkerbell Clap your hands
Dave Walker (His blog is just understated joy, but it got moved to the Church Times and I keep forgetting.)
The internet had been down at work for nearly 3 weeks, so I went click happy.
You note that none of these searches relate to street children, the apartheid wall in Israel/Palestine, liberation theology, or viking direct. Don't tell my boss what a internet slack Alice I am. To be honest he probably has a pretty good idea based on the list of bookmarks in my browser, which starts with this.
And now I come to write this I feel pretty bad, as working for a charity I basically work for the poor, so it's not my time I'm wasting, it's the time of the poor.
As if they didn't have enough problems...
Labels: guilt, mundanity, stupidity, writing