…we’re in a civil partnership.

Now that civil partnerships are fully legal for ‘non-gays’ as they are to be known, that small minority of people who fail miserably to fit into any of the 2,374 categories of ‘otherness’ and minority status enjoyed by the… errr… by the majority, the Church of England (fanfare, pls) has decreed that sex within such ‘agreements’ cannot be blessed by them. Holy fuck! Or not. As the case may be. And that is… is… that is…

What the fuck is that, exactly? Lots of people have decided, basically, that to show their commitment, their love for each other, their solidarity and their future together, they want a proven and legal affirmation which SPECIFICALLY EXCLUDES THE CHURCH or any other known, or unknown, religion. Otherwise they’d have had a white wedding in St Ethelbert’s 10 years ago. These are people who are essentially anti-religion and have chosen that particular path to show their contempt for the church or to piss off their parents. Or both.

So why are the church wasting their time making declarations about a group of people who don’t believe in the church? Because that’s what the church does.

It’s like a service station banning all petrol cars from its electric charging points.

It’s like a Texas barbecue smokehouse banning vegans.

It’s like the Conservative Party refusing membership to Jeremy Corbyn.

It’s just silly. And pointless. Which is why we love the Church of England.

We love Lila in a different way. A more… literal way. Because she’s funny and relentlessly energetic. And relentlessly talkative. And although her vocabulary is awesome and her grammatical structure near perfect, she still can’t say the ‘k’ sound. Or the ‘g’ (neither soft nor hard). Which is not just fine, but in fact wonderful. Because you talk about the ‘Tider who tame to tea’. And although her mum insists we correct these minor errors, I don’t want to. I love them. They create wonderful ambiguities. Where Lila asks for her ‘Mr Man tea’. Which in fact, after 10 minutes of frustration, shouting, mime and hilarity, turned out to be her ‘Mr Man Key’. Oh, that tea. Goddit.

Her and brother Doey are going on holiday today. Gonna miss them.

Happy Friday

A xxxx