If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.
If I have committed any culinary atrocities, please forgive me.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.