Inside out.

Richard was up early because he had a busy day ahead. As usual, his first job was to clean the Greek Orthodox Church - that place that fell short when it came to some graven images and missed out on some important pieces of doctrine. He said a quick prayer to Saint Maria of Timaru, the young nun who had predicted the death of Jesus when she was only seventeen.

Richard thought about what he had read on his quick browse through the blogs while he has having breakfast. 

The Nitpicker had gone on about a trip to Lower Hutt to buy some spanners. As usual he'd included a music clip but Richard hadn't watched it. Nor had he bothered to read the bit where the post turned to trying to say that Christmas was a pagan festival.

As usual, Peter's Dragonetti Bow went on about violin practice and the silly idea that Paganini had claimed there was only one scale on the violin. "If that were true, how come we have twelve major keys? And how does the chromatic scale fit into that?" Richard thought.

Peter was obsessed with getting comments and he even had made up characters, like Ron Sole and Handy Bins, who left anonymous comments to help build up numbers. The Nitpicker wasn't averse to a few (well, quite a few actually) made up characters. He wrote posts as The Theological Nitpicker, The Thinking Nitpicker and The Alcohol Expert - to name a few. To get back at The Alcohol Expert, Peter wrote of his liking for Methylated Spirits.

Robert (the old guy behind The Nitpicker) never really responded to the 'joke'.

After cleaning for the opposition, Richard made his way to the church shop.

As he did a quick tidy up, he thought about what he might make for dinner - it was best to think about this in advance because he'd need to mention it on his blog.

Steak, eggs and chips.