A few hours back I was strolling aimlessly in front of St Paul’s Cathedral, London... my mind straining to remember exactly where I was at midnight on my previous birthday. Sadly enough, I still can’t pin-point the precise moment.
Determined not to let this snapshot be washed away in the sea of odd recollections that crowd my head, I decided to burst my lungs screaming out the Happy Birthday song... but suppressed the urge on second thoughts, too scared that I might wake Him up.
Come to think of it... does God follow Greenwich Mean Time???
