Lo, for His Noodliness has deigned to show His Appendages to me in the form of an old hanging basket in my garden.
To some, this may simply be a hanging basket filled with a dead plant that I, as a crap gardener, just couldn’t be bothered to get round to removing and planting up with something pretty for the summer. But no, to the eye of the true believer, the message is clear… It shows that in death, His Noodliness is there, with His Appendages waiting to lift us, the true believers, up to the bosom of His meatballs, where we can rest content in the floating warmth of his pasta sauce forever. What a way to go!
May we all be touched by His Noodly Appendages.
Cheers! Helen s