Chris and I seem to do most of our talking either in bed or over the breakfast table, at least, that is when Chris likes to talk to me because he is a morning chatterbox; as for me, I don’t like too many words during the first hour after waking, and then you can’t stop me (only joking – I said that for all the men reading this, who would find that hilarious!). Anyway, for some reason this morning, probably because there is a heap of very inexpensive, but highly desirable, Christmas presents on our dining table, the subject of Christmas presents came up whilst we having our cups of tea. Our family has agreed this Christmas to rise to the challenge of finding the nicest presents for the least price – there is a two pound limit on each gift, but they may be items we have already, or things that we make ourselves – and, on this basis, I was thinking about a wonderful gift for my brother and his family…

“Do you think Rob would like that game of “Truth and Triumph” that Mary gave us?” I asked, “I could paint out the scuffed corners and edges, and make it look like new.”

“What a good idea,” said Chris, “and I bet it hasn’t been used much.”

“About three times, I should think,” I responded with a grin, “and two of those were when we tried it!”

You may remember, if you are one of my long-time blog followers, that “Truth and Triumph” is the marvellous religious board-game equivalent to “Trivial Pursuit”. We were considering hanging on to it for a while longer so that we could astound people with our vast knowledge of religious trivia (like knowing that John the Baptist was something of a style guru and wore a camel skin, perhaps to be a bit different); however, in the spirit of Christmas, perhaps we should not be selfish and pass it on to others who would enjoy it quite as much as we have, and perhaps more. We agreed that “Truth and Triumph”, tidied up and presented nicely, would be the perfect gift for my brother and his family (what a coup – a present for five at no cost whatsoever!). Don’t worry, I’m not Scrooge – they may each have a little present aswell (the one pound ones!). I hope Rob doesn’t read this and feel disappointed because the element of surprise will be lost!

Chris suddenly had a brainwave.

“Why don’t we develop a version of Facebook for religious people and call it Faithbook?”

Do you say funny things in bed too? Or are we peculiar?