painting the town red...

baby marshall has still not decided to come out. last night sam and i went into town (after a brief stay at dan austin and jason's new pad) and hit the bars. we were trying to find non-towny bars or venues but it was very hard. we were left wondering where other people who don't follow all the fashion trends and don't straighten their hair religiously, and also those that have even one alternative bone in their body, go for their night's out.

anyway - our evening consisted of bar sola, cubanas, the green room and then the devonshire cat. mostly popwl just stared at me and really didn't know how to appropriately respond to a 9 month pregnant woman. we did get chatting to a lovely couple though who were really interested in the bump and how i was doing - they were utterly amazed that at 9 days overdue i was out on the town!! i was very flattered when the guy said goodbye to us and sid that he hoped the baby would be as beautiful as me!

today i got a bit frustrated because the morning was fab - we went to the monthly farmer's market and then i rested. in the afternoon i went out in the wirly gig with caroline and ben to the park and i couldn't get the sliding door to close properly. by the time i got home i had totally loost hope and called andy out to help. something seems to have unhinged or something and the door won't close properly so tomorrow we'll take her to get looked at. there's a place just up the road that does classic vehicles, particularly campers.

the thing is, this left me feeling crap in myself and desperate for comfort - i went to church and the first thing that was said by the guy leading was "what are you expecting from God tonight/" and i knew that my expectation was to receive his comfort. i had an amazing time of letting go of all these things i had been hanging on to and realised that he really would lift my burdens. then i cried lots and felt lots of release. God is great.

pancakes for tea - mmmm!!