This afternoon we had a typical thunderstorm. LOVE a bit of a thunderstorm. Impressive thunder, one on top of the other. Sounding as though the one tries to be louder than the other
almost like my boys on most days. The lightning that can outdo most disco lights.
We were sitting in the study doing homework (I really think there is a good chance of me passing Grade 2 with good marks) when there was a particularly loud clap of thunder.
Quintus turns to me in all seriousness:
“My word. I wonder who God is angry with”