Normal service won’t be resumed for a few more days. This time it is flu.
Yes – really.
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
Normal service won’t be resumed for a few more days. This time it is flu.
Yes – really.
Who would have thought a spider could provide such entertainment? First thought on spying said spider above the bed is to work out whether it is on its way up or down. This one was stationary so that didn’t much help. Then you have to work out whether it is likely to drop on the bed, and worse still, get under the covers. OK – so after that little thought there was no avoiding the fact that the spider had to be removed. Tools? One pensioner and one spider-buster. (Don’t worry it doesn’t fragment the spider into bits and spit it out – I know spiders are good for the environment.) The instrument concerned has batteries and a light suction, so the offending insect is sucked into the tube, the lid is put on and the whole lot carried outside to release the poor creature.
But – there was a further problem. Creaky knees getting the pensioner up onto the bed to reach up to the spider. Well…. I am here to tell the tale, so all is well.
Part of the research side of my OU course involves reading widely. (As if I needed an excuse.) Over the last couple of days I have read my first ever Chick Lit – romance written for the young and single in their twenties and thirties – OK I know it is a bit on the young side, but I enjoyed reading something light and easy, especially after toiling my way through a couple of boring library books.
Oh my goodness, perhaps I shall degenerate into Mills and Boon next. But in case you are interested, the author I enjoyed as respite was Katie Fforde.
Thanks to the New Year sales we have acquired a new laptop – the idea is to be browser enabled from the lounge whilst simultaneously watching TV……. all because there is many a time when it suddenly becomes important to know who somebody is, whether they have died or what age they are. The only problem is that Misty dog objects to something else being on my knee.
Minus 7.6 degrees centigrade and falling. It is going to be a cold night. But what beautiful stars.
I seem to have decided not to watch Celebrity Big Brother this year.
Actually, I forgot.
A pleasant, frosty New Year’s Day…… with a walk by the river, good food and wine and a surfeit of decent TV programmes for once.
Happy New Year.
I cannot get my Granny out of my head today – and my mother. According to their folklore the last day of the Auld Year is when all the housework is done and the house ends up shining. All I seem to be able to manage is to see to the washing and do a little light dusting. Still, as has been said before – dust will always be there. Life is for enjoying the moment.
Aha! The dog needs bathed. That will be the job for the afternoon. And maybe I shall get back to my OU course after that.

This is why people come to Scotland in the winter.
Have just spent a happy hour with son #3 surfing the internet for golfing toys. It has been much slower than usual. All I can think is that thousands upon thousands of people are doing the same thing.
Now we await the packages arriving.
Happy holidays again.