Right Awful Anne Atkins – Agonising Aunt and Vicar’s Wife

We’ve got used to cheap food. On the bright side, we appreciate food more now that it costs so much. Which brings me to communion, Jesus, Lent etc. So just give thanks that Jesus put you somewhere where there is food, at least for the moment.



3 thoughts on “Right Awful Anne Atkins – Agonising Aunt and Vicar’s Wife

  1. It’s come to something when nobody can think of a single thing to say about a TftD by Anne Atkins.

    On the one hand, we all buy and waste far too much food (cue a bit of virtue-signalling about how the Atkins family never, ever wastes anything).

    On the other hand, true Christians only bother about getting their daily bread; and anyway, real nourishment comes from Jesus.

    If she had been really up with the news about food, she might have mentioned the resignation of Henry Dimbleby as a NED of Defra on the grounds that the Government has ignored his recommendations on tackling obesity. Surely there must be some theological handle to get hold of there?

    But she didn’t. Oh well. Perhaps she’s worked out that being dull is now the key to longevity on TftD.


  2. When I grow my own food on my allotment I can enjoy the fruits and veg of my labour. The idea of saying grace reflects the ancient links to the hard work required to produce your own food. I don’t thank Jesus though as that would be pointless. The supernatural has no input. Good soil, manure, water, hard work and hopefully benign weather conditions are all that is required. Nevertheless it is good to remember whenever you eat a meal where your food has come from.


    1. You’ve reminded me, PaulT, of a little paragraph I read some years ago, about a gardener at work in his cottage garden in a small village. The garden glowed with colour from his flowers, and the vegetable patch was crowded with an abundance of onions, carrots, cabbages etc.

      The vicar happened then to pass by, and seeing the man leaning on his spade, complemented him. “What a wonderful job you and the Lord God have done in this garden,” he said. The man lifted his cap, wiped his brow with a large handkerchief and replied. “Aye, vicar. But you should have seen the state of it when the Lord God had it all to himself.”


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