That parable in the Book of Jeremiah about the good and bad figs is all very well and I’m sure it teaches us a great deal – but all I can think of at the moment is how very annoying it is that whatever I do I just can’t grow a fig tree because they always die on me. And I’ve always wanted a fig tree. Heck, I’d even be happy with those pesky bad figs Jeremiah talks about just to be able to say I did manage to grow some for just once in my life. And I know that’s not the point of the story and I’ve gone off at a tangent again, but I do hope that even if I can’t have figs on earth, there will at least be good figs in heaven to enjoy. Thank You.