I’m not perfect

Today has been very busy, I’ve had to juggle several things. I helped out a friend this morning which was easy because it just meant travelling down some pretty country lanes in glorious sunshine, popping to the village that has a petrol pump or two and then going for coffee at a garden centre.  On our return we watered the plant pots my friend had planted a couple of weeks ago. In the afternoon I played indoor bowls for two hours and promised to check arrangements for a match tomorrow when I got home.  This is where less than perfect came in.  I promptly forgot about the match.  I went in to watch T.V with my friend.  We particularly wanted to view “Tribe” about Ethiopians still living in huts.  It is fascinating to see how like us they are, which does not surprise me, people are people.  This programme showed a teenage girl acting up.  The young people there had all got mobile phones but had to go to town to recharge them. All this fascinating stuff had kept my mind away from bowls match, but when I came in to my flat there was a message on my phone and I immediately knew it was reminding me about the match.  Although it was late, 10 o’clock, I rang the other team and found that all was arranged and we could expect just the right number of people tomorrow.  I rang the friend who wanted to know the numbers but she had obviously gone to bed, so I left a message on her phone for the morning.  I hope I didn’t wake her. So I’m not perfect, I don’t remember everything, but all turned out well, such is the goodness of God.