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Are they following me?

The other day I received a letter in the mail that wasn't a  bill.  In fact it was handwritten.  I can't remember the last time I received a handwritten letter apart from notes in a Christmas card.  Was someone  feeling sorry for me being in lockdown but everyone is in the same boat so unlikely.  I opened it, intrigued.  It was written in perfect English and it became clear after the first sentence that it was from the Jehovah's Witness who had telephoned a couple of weeks ago to ask if I was depressed because of the lockdown.  She had spoken in French and had said that she didn't speak English.  Interesting.   I had assured her that I was not depressed.   The letter suggested that she come to my house and discuss the bible over a cup of tea! I can't think of anything worse.  I tore the stamp off the envelope for my granddaughter and dropped the letter in the recycling bin.  From now  on I will assume that any stranger knocking on my door is a Jehovah's witness.

Still on the subject of religion, Trump has stooped to a new low.  Having given orders to fire tear gas and rubber bullets at peaceful protesters, outside the White House, who were sitting on the ground, he then took a photo opportunity to march across the empty road, followed by his sycophants, and hold a bible up in front of an old church.  As the bishop pointed out later (she was outraged by his actions) he didn't even go in.  If he had, with a bit of luck, he would have been struck by lightning.

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