Hi everyone, Dominic, the brains behind the UK government here.

As my clear and detailed account in the No. 10 Rose Garden doesn’t seemed to have been clear enough for you people, I’ve decided to take the extraordinary step of explaining it to all you thickos once again.

There I was, busy running the country, making sure our response to the virus remained as absolutely brilliant as it already had been, when my wife was suddenly taken ill. I dropped the country at once and headed home. It turned out she was right. I confirmed that she really was ill.

I immediately did what any ordinary strategic genius like me would do. I went straight back to No. 10, the seat of the UK government. Desperately trying not to cough all over them, I told everyone I could find that I might have the virus. “Oh, no,” they said. “Dominic, you must stay, even if you have the virus. How will we run the government without you?”

Little people like you can have no idea what a terrible dilemma I found myself in. I was torn between my duty and my family. But I had to think ahead. Could I really leave the country in the hands of Dominic Raab and Priti Patel, or worse still Bojo? No, I had to get through this as quickly as possible. My country needed me.

I quickly checked the lockdown rules that I had written and was grateful for the “Dominic Exclusion Clause” that I’d included. It wasn’t certain that I had the virus yet, but my incredibly logical and analytical brain concluded that the best way to stay safe was to spend five hours locked in a car with someone who did.

Fortunately, my family, including my four year old, have well disciplined bladder control and there was no need to stop at a service station anywhere on the way up to Durham.

The virus passed. So I put my four year old safely in the back seat and took a 60 mile round trip in the car to test my eyesight. Some particularly stupid journalists have had a go at me for this, but even Michael Gove, by far the cleverest member of the cabinet after myself, has explained that this is a perfectly normal thing to do.

I hope you lot finally get it now. It’s time to move on so that I can return to my really important work as the mastermind behind the UK government.

Rev Dr Michael Banner, Dean and Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge
Thursday, 31 May, 2012
Rating 4 out of 5 (Highly platitudinous – I think)

The All Party Parliamentary Group on Body Image has found disturbing evidence that many people are not happy with their bodies. Some eat too much, others want to develop the muscle often seen in magazines.

The solution to all this unhappiness is to say grace before meals. A good one is “Bless us, Invisible Magic Friend, and your gifts.”

This grace asks the Invisible Magic Friend to bless us and to bless his gifts. It is a double blessing, in that both we and his gifts are being asked to be blessed. It is, if you like, requesting the Invisible Magic Friend to bless the food that he has given us and to bless us as well. In other words he, the Invisible Magic Friend, who has decided that we may have some food, should bless the food, and us, so that we may not starve as others do.

Yes, you may have worked hard to earn the food. Yes, others may have worked hard to produce it and bring it to your table. Yes, you may live in a society at peace, that respects the rule of law and allows a stable infrastructure that can produce and transport food safely. All of this is thanks to the Invisible Magic Friend, who for some reason has decided that other parts of the world will not be so fortunate.

When some people constantly diet and others eat too much, something is wrong. There is something not right. Whatever it is that is wrong, something should be done about it, and that something, whatever it is to fix whatever is wrong, should be done by somebody.

Christ, who was the visible bit of the Invisible Magic Friend until his lift off into space, said we should ask for our daily bread. Otherwise the Invisible Magic Friend might decide that we’re one of the ones who won’t get our daily bread. The Invisible Magic Friend is just like that.

He also said that we do not live by bread alone. This means the following.

“Though the needs of our physical natures must be satisfied, even daily bread will be a blessing to us and to others, only as we govern and order our appetites and desires, by an idea of ourselves as something more than merely well nourished and beautiful bodies.”

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00tb5zd

Happy Nearly Pentecost everyone! This is where the apostles got filled with spirit and started talking gibberish, just like Christians have been doing ever since.

Which brings me neatly to domestic and child abuse during lockdown.

Things are getting back to normal. We might make a better world but probably won’t.

One of the Psalms.

That’s it.

And in the Big News today from a Faith Perspective, there’s a Big Jewish Festival coming up. Happy Something-or-other everyone. So let us celebrate life, birds, trees, viruses. No, not viruses.