Rosie Wench's Cottage

Alfred died in 899, and his bones were repeatedly moved. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral until 1110, when his remains were moved to Winchester's Hyde Abbey, where they were interred before the high altar between the bodies of his wife and son. The abbey was demolished after the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, and the place was left in ruins. In 1866, during construction of a workhouse on the site, the English antiquarian John Mellor excavated the area, found what he thought were Alfred's bones and had them reburied at nearby St. Bartholemew’s Church. But in 2013, when archaeologists exhumed and carbon-dated the bones from St. Bartholomew’s churchyard, they proved to date from over 200 years after Alfred’s death - sparking Graham's interest and search. He said: "Whoever’s bones they were, they weren’t Alfred’s. So, I decided to discover what happened to them. "The quest has taken me 13 years.”

Prayers offered for the soul of Ann Widdecombe who I knew a bit, both as an adversary and as an inconveniently congenial acquaintance. I have never felt quite so drawn to someone personally and repulsed politicially simultaneously. It happens not infrequently now but she was the first. I would like to say this all works out in the end, and it does in eternity. In this life it is hard to see. But the old order has passed away. Heavenly Father You have called your servant Ann out of this world; release her from the bonds of sin, and welcome her into your presence, so that she may enjoy eternal light and peace and be raised up in glory And dance with all your saints. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

I've seen an alternative, and I know the value of it. Disagreement with politics takes a back seat to that.

"Disturbing video from Pennsylvania’s College of Technology shows a man wearing a dress, wig, and heels giving a lecture to a classroom, stating that parents cannot be trusted and are not their friends."

And if these people make excuses for not keeping us in the loop, then it's entirely natural for us to be highly suspicious of the intention.

A babysitter who does not trust the parents is a babysitter who can't be trusted around children.

I don't think I'd be wrong in guessing that this is a Queer Theory Merchant?

We're all survivors of unnumbered generations. All of your ancestors survived brutal wars, often by being on the winning side. They also survived brutal 'peace'.

If any of my ancestors did anything terrible, then it's my responsibility to learn from their errors, not to share their guilt.

(Numbers 6: 24 - 26)

Peace Be Upon You ❤

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.