by Michael Nye (Author)
Singing, in the hall, that God was working his purpose out made me wonder for a moment just what the hell that purpose was as regarded me. We'd all been taught not to think too much about ourselves though so, being an obedient little soul, I dismissed the thought almost immediately. If my being here and doing what I've done is part of some grand scheme by an omnipotent creator, I think they may be a tiny bit deranged. Mumbo jumbo aside, I've been here quite some time since then and mostly enjoyed the life that I've led. So, as far as those distant school assemblies go, along with the rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate (which still seems a tad unfair) you can add Vera in a boat and make what you will of her.