Jesus Christ rode into Jerusalem, got crucified and was buried.
Bit of a bummer eh?
On the third day he rose from the dead, had a few beers with his mates and ascended into heaven!
I’m not religious, but I AM impressed.
I had a bad day once and I fell apart.
I lay on the floor staring at the ceiling for several hours, wrestled with myself until the pain was too much, drank a bottle of red wine and crawled into bed when I was finally no longer able to stand straight.
Oh, and I ate a whole packet of extra rich Lindt chocolate balls.
The ones that make you feel REALLY sick.
On the second day I did nothing.
I stayed in the house and spoke only to a woman trying to sell life insurance over the phone.
I told her it was too late.
On the third day I finally washed and left my pyjamas for the first time.
Then I did nothing nothing again until 7 in the evening.
Then I got my bike out, pumped the tyres and set off for hill and valley.
I came back when it got dark, said hello to the cats and came in and wrote this.
Maybe I’ve turned a page.
Maybe I’m resurrecting?
I guess I shouldn’t have opened this bottle of wine then?
Still, it could be the blood of Christ.