Monthly Archives: December 2004

More people are surfing the web at the moment; I know that from the numbers visiting this weblog. Presumably it is because people are off work; large sections of industry and commerce tend to shut down for a couple of … Continue reading →

Christmas is a great time for catching up o­n news from near and far. The most interesting today, is about two new additions to the family for friends in Dumfriesshire. Two new greyhounds….. rescue dogs I assume. Two! Happy Christmas Nellie … Continue reading →

Spotted two wrens yesterday whilst walking the dog. I don't know why- but I always think of wrens as being honest. They are such beautiful, busy little birds and there is no nonsense about them. No frills either. A good … Continue reading →

For that conviction ever growing sure, that you will come;For that strong hope that darkness will not last;For that deep-flowing joy that earth will be refreshed;For that awareness of the dawning light that tells of coming day;We thank you Lord. … Continue reading →

I know there is nothing quite like the smell of a real tree. But sometimes……just sometimes….I wonder if a ready-made, ready-decorated tree might be all right. Just for this year. I've not been well after all.

Great news!  Son No 1 and his family are moving back north after Christmas. They are settling in Linlithgow, so we shall be able to see them more often. It has been difficult having o­ne set of grandchildren in Norfolk, … Continue reading →

We are fast approaching the winter solstice. A time of celebration and fun in the midst of the dark – at least that is the way our far off ancestors would see it. The theory goes that primitive humans needed … Continue reading →

Joy of Joys should really refer to the time of year and the celebration of the birth of Jesus. However, it is actually to do with my new pen and the lavendar cartridges. Purple writing feels much more like me!

It took me quite a long while to catch o­nto what Strictly Come Dancing was about. And in the end it was worth all the gritting of teeth at Bruce Forsyth and his jokes. After all, “camp” is a necessity … Continue reading →

Recently, a friend suggested that I allowed the real “Freda” to come through in my writing. It is salutory to have the time to think about the image we project to others, particularly through the web. When I read the … Continue reading →