I feel the need to confess that I've read the Daily Mail today. The paper normally irritates me and I avoid it at all costs.
However, tonight's bmi flight back to Belfast has been delayed, and I ran out of papers to read in their Heathrow Terminal 1 lounge.
Buried inside the depressing tabloid-sized daily rag is a double-page spread of quotes from a soon-to-be published book: Children's Letters to God
compiled by Stuart Hample and Eric Marshall. I reproduce some of the best below:
* Dear God, If you watch in church on Sunday I will show you my new shoes. Mickey D
* Dear God, Is Reverend Coe a friend of yours, or do you just know him through business? Donny
* Dear God, Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother. Larry
* Dear God, In Bible times did they really talk that fancy? Jennifer
* Dear God, did you mean for giraffe to look like that or was it an accident? Norma
* Dear God, Thank you for the baby brother but what I prayed for was a puppy. Joyce
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