Monthly Archives: November 2004

A friend of mine confessed that she watches Monarch of the Glen o­n a Sunday night. I had to admit to the same weakness. What a programme. It plays a great deal o­n the scenery and the format. The actors … Continue reading →

Going to the doctor's surgery reminded me of the cauliflower effect in Stornoway in the 1970s. Transport links were less reliable back then, and the word swiftly went round if any shop had a delivery of fresh veg. You had … Continue reading →

I have been puzzling over the Panorama programme o­n the richest 1% of our population. Apparently, they now have something like 13% of the annual income in the country and own over a quarter of the property/land. There was much … Continue reading →

Wisdom comes out of a life of contemplation, and often it is the simple things that are the deepest and most meaningful. Instance this quotation from Julian of Norwich. I saw that God was everything that is goodand encouraging.God is … Continue reading →

Tomorrow, we have a guest preacher at church who has chosen o­ne of my favourite stories from the gospel of John. It is the story of Jesus and the Woman at the Well. The photograph is of a sculpture in … Continue reading →

Him Indoors has a birthday o­n Monday, so in amongst practising public speaking, my task for the day is to hunt out a suitable present. Easier in Oban than elsewhere surprisingly.

Never have I felt quite so fond of Her Majesty as when I saw her o­n the news last night. She was captured o­n camera nodding off during a medical discussion.God save the Queen.

A discussion has been instituted o­nline about the Church of Scotland's proposals to create more flexibility in its use of trained ministers or clergy. Being a church without bishops is supposed to mean that individual congregations have greater freedom in … Continue reading →

I have been very quiet o­n the subject of the American Presidential Election. But I have tried to listen and understand. It hasn't worked. All that has happened is that I am left with a deep sense of unease.

These days we never know quite where to look for the mail. In the garage? Thrown in the side door? Through the cat flap? And very occasionally in the letterbox. To be fair we do live in a house configured in … Continue reading →