Governor Gurr

When I went to wake Arthur to get ready for church, he was not in his room. Strange. I called, but there was no answer from any of the rooms in the manse. I went from room to room looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. My SA conditioning started taking over, and I started imagining all sorts of terrible things that could have happened to him. I went to check whether he was in the car, but the front door was still bolted from the inside. I went to check whether he was in the church - empty.
I forced myself to think rationally, and remembered that he sometimes slept on the floor if his back was hurting. I checked on the other side of his bed - still no sign of the lad (or should I say 6 foot 2 inch man).
"Think, Hazel, think! What did he do as a child?" I remembered that he occasionally crawled under his bed. And there he was!!! He was so wedged in under the low bed, that he had to lift it up in order to extricate himself from under it.....
Apparently, his back hurt, so he got onto the floor. Then he got cold, and was too dozey to get up and get a blanket, so he just slid himself under the bed to keep warm.

Graeme had the Sunday off. Andrew Gurr, the governor, and a member of our church, agreed to preach on the first Sunday in 2011. His message was well received. One thing that he mentioned, was that St Helena has the purest air - zero % radiation as well as almost no pollution. I thought "there is a reason why God brought us to this place".

After the morning services, Graeme and I went to have lunch together with 3 other couples from our church, while Arthur stayed at home to have a "one-on-one" Bible study with one of the local Saints.