Blasphemy, Pony, Time Turner

I've been so busy wondering what Jesus would do, I didn't even think about where he had gone. 

(Un)Interestingly, I did always like the idea of Jesus: all that selfless, doing-as-you'd-have-done stuff seems like the ideal morality to have. I was never sure about God, though, and this has only confirmed my suspicions:

It's different, I'll give it that.

This weekend was a horsey event for me - Saturday was the Grand National, and won me absolutely nothing but at least 'my' horse started this year... Previous years = non-starter, died, pulled up...

My actual horse is a far cry from thoroughbred, which is probably a very good thing considering my luck in that department.

Cleo (not thoroughbred)

In the tea room today, I noticed with wry amusement (and tea) that someone had a time turner sticking out their pocket, a la HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban:

No idea why. I don't think it's necessary for any of the jobs here... Well, I didn't get a time turner, anyway. Maybe it's a loyalty thing.