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The Tourists� Prayer

Heavenly father, look down on us your humble tourist servants, who are doomed to travel this earth, taking photographs, mailing postcards and walking round in flip flops.

In our choice of hotels we pray the staff speak our tongue and the food is to our liking. Lead us to good inexpensive restaurants, where the wine is included in the price of the meal. Give us the wisdom to tip correctly in currencies we do not understand. Make the natives love us for what we are and not for what we contribute to their worldly goods.

Grant us the strength to visit the museums, the cathedrals, the palaces; and if, perchance, we miss any historic monument to take a nap after lunch, have mercy on us for our flesh is weak.

Protect our wives from bargains they don�t need or can�t afford. Lead them not into temptation for they know not what they do.

Prevent the husbands from looking at foreign women and making fools of themselves in night clubs. Above all do not forgive them their trespasses, for they know exactly what they do.

And when our voyage is finally over, grant us the favour of someone who will look at our photographs and listen to our stories, so that our lives as tourists will not have gone on in vain.

This we ask in the name of Barclaycard.

Amen

Margaret Charboneau

Precious Memories

A grandmother sits and dreams by the fire
Of her time gone by
She relives her precious memories
With a smile and a sigh
She gently rocks in her rocking chair
She has become again a young girl
Running through the cornfields
Not a care in the world
She remembers too her parents
And of her wedding day
The greatest time was had by all
To love, honour and obey
Her children have now married
With babies of their own
She wonders where the time has gone
The happy times she's known
Memories are so very precious
She will not let them go
At times like these it's good to dream
Her eyes have a twinkle by the firelight glow

Shirley Crosby