I am the bread of life.  He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.

wonder if London workers noticed empty streets and deserted feel last Friday.  am able to confirm whereabouts of lost Brits - all gone to Luton airport with the K's for EasyJet journey to somewhere or other.  

as shoes and any suspicious parts of anatomy put under scrutiny in security line, wonder what fellow travellers are hoping to find on foreign city walkabouts.

K Crew hit the Italy massive for family reunion in Tuscan hillside village.  bread heaven with foccacia ciabatta pizza regular stops during day.  shoes at risk here though due to mad English (bulldog) abroad named George; fussy eater except for visitors shoes- has cheeky grin and temperament that makes Marley looked chilled. 

followed by time in art heaven Firenze/Florence (Brits abroad like to think they speak the language by changing their accent if not the words).  beautiful renaissance piazzas, lined with gleaming shop windows of iconic shoes bags and fashion.  

have been watching Keith Allen and Mel B (scary spice?) on TV docu-soap called "living on the breadline".  both full of grace and patience staying for a week with families trying to live in box like flats in estates on welfare income. 

first evening meal for Mel B with family, English version of pizza- deep fried from frozen plus crinkle chips.   one child with foot sores as shoes so undersized, deep relief to be bought new shoes but no money to buy pair for his brother.   end of week comes round, deep bonds formed with children, mums not sure if anything is different.   Jesus, you are lasting bread  for each one of them as much as for me, please, please come to these families.  

deeply thankful that Living G is present where we are, travelling or staying put; pray Jesus give me, give HTSC family compassion to take your bread to those who are hungry. 

must get back to post-mad George shoe repairs at the weekend.