Going north to Son No 2 today for a few days over Christmas. The only trouble is that my addiction to Strictly Come Dancing has meant begging for space for it to be recorded on his machine. He is worried about contamination.
Well it is the final after all!
Sign of a good patient/doctor relationship is a conversation that goes like this:
Dr: We’re poisoning you.
Me: Excellent!
After several months’ investigations it now seems likely that my BP medication is needing some minor tweaking. Hopefully, it will sort out the falling down and breathlessness. Aren’t doctors wonderful?
Watched the DVD Sleepless in Seattle last night. This time of the year is certainly conducive to old favourites, which this film has certainly become. Both Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan have gone on to make lots of good movies.
Sleepless still made me cry at the end. The sign of a good film as far as I am concerned.
Him Behind the Wheel visited a pet supermarket yesterday. Purchases included a dozen chewy bones, a squeaky joint of beef, a new dog-coat (very fetching, but needs changing for a bigger size!) two new doggy blankets (already purloined and much appreciated by herself,) and a chewy hide star to hang on the Christmas tree. The man is bonkers! A chewy toy hung on a festooned tree? I had visions of one little bundle of mischief – Misty Marshall – hurling herself at the said tree and demolishing it as she dragged the star off to her favourite chewing place (spare bed) with bits of tree, tinsel and lights a-trailing.
Thus she had an early Christmas present; it is now nearly chewed away and in bits. A great success in other words.
As Christmas approaches the amount of spam increases. It is amazing what spammers think I might want under the tree.
But then you are probably experiencing the same annoyances.
This is a Fontanini nativity set. The start of a collection; the idea being to add to it over the years. Then in time it becomes a family heirloom. I am therefore getting a lot of pleasure out of it for many and various reasons.
God’s goodness shall fall like a shower
on the trusting of every age.
The disregarded have been raised up:
the pompous and powerful shall fall.
God has feasted the empty-bellied,
and the rich have discovered their void.
God has made good the word
given at the dawn of time.
Phoebe Willets, Liturgy of Life, Donald Hilton
In the midst of the brewing row about rural post offices due to be shut, our local postlady was fuming this yesterday. The computerised accounting system had broken down. She could do nothing….not sell a stamp, post a parcel or cash a pension…. It certainly showed us here how much we would miss the service.
I could be on the barricades yet again.
New method for getting Christmas cards done……Sign along-a-Grease.
Even the dog enjoyed it!
Christmas shopping accomplished in novel style yesterday, despite the dreadful weather. We took the campervan into Oban, complete with doggin and picnic. Then it was a case of moving the van round the town and making forays back and forth with various presents. It helped having a list to start with. It was also rather exciting driving home in the dusk. I have never seen so much water running off the hills, onto the roads and flooding fields. It had better stop soon or we will need to build a boat.
