There are no friends like old friends.
When Pauline and I were in Brentwood near London some old friends drove down from Norfolk to see us.
There were six of us in the room and we calculated that there was three hundred years of friendship between us.
It wasn't long before we all stood around the piano and began to sing some of Charles Wesley's marvelous hymns.
Heaven came down and glory filled our souls to the extent that we got so heavenly minded that we couldn't take care of earthly business.
Andrew and Jean, our friends from Norfolk, elected to take us to the airport. The sign on M25 said " GATWICK 7 MILES". We were so busy talking old times that we missed the turn off and didn't realise till half an hour later. Turning the car round we saw a sign:
"GATWICK 27 MILES"
Back towards London we went determined to keep our eyes peeled.
More talking and it wasn't until we were flying past the turn off that Pauline yelled "That was the way to the airport!"
How do four people miss four signs the size of two houses?
Easy. Just get caught up in love and fellowship and little things like catching a plane don't seem to matter anymore!
Jubilate.
Ian
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