This morning took me down to the lower end of town to the lovely, but not architecturally grand, St Paul's Church. The Church of England has some strange people manifest within its borders but this church is not one of them. Here we find a warm atmosphere and people who know what they are talking about. I looked forward to shuffling down the road as I enjoy this place. I was as I expected not disappointed. With talk of a light coming into the darkness, it was what Anglicans call 'the first Sunday of advent,' and with kids lighting a candle, appropriate songs, a laugh, cheery talk, and the presence of Jesus it was an enjoyable morning. The friendly people are the reason to be here. The church died for a while but under a female vicar (Tsk Heresy!) it has revived.
When I left the sun was shining the sky was blue, even the temperature was almost bearable, and my heart was light. I even smiled at the passing kiddies rather than kick them into the bushes. Home for dinner that today I did not grill. Yes indeed yesterday I placed two items into the oven I had previously switched on and left it. Some time later I began to notice a strange odour in the room. "Dearie me," I thought, "The lass next door is burning something." It took me a few minutes longer to notice it was my smoke alarm that was beginning to yell out! Bah!
Today the lunch was not burnt, just rubbish!
The joy of the morning received a shock just after three in the afternoon. At that time I realised we were playing the best team in Scotland and Gollum was refereeing! Now Gollum has refereed the last six Celtic games at Tynecastle I hear and managed to send off three Hearts players while doing so, he even gave them a very soft penalty while not giving a glaring one to us! Thus I was in a great deal of fear and trepidation while I watched.
I need not worry, within ten minutes he had sent off our captain, just after half time he gave them a non penalty and cautioned anyone including the manager who dared to ask how he got his job when he DID NOT KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING!
My spiritual high sank.
Teeth gnashed together, and this is not wise at my age, passions arose and spilled out, loving my neighbour does include informing them of their faults, and I confess I did this in a full and hearty manner!
What had looked like being a tight hard fought game died within ten minutes, the Hearts players gave up as they knew whatever happened the ref would work against them so what was the point?
If only the club had the guts to stand up to this.
I now sit here in the dark, the candle has gone out, fuming gently, wishing the dinner had been better, struggling to find anything worth commenting on as there is no news. I noticed the BBC World Service man Menendez was asking people to send tweets of any news out there, somewhat tongue in cheek. The news folks do not see news around them only wars, fights, bad news and terror, nothing else sells it appears. The weekend, especially Sunday, is a poor day for news. The media need a war to erupt, a disaster to occur before they think it worth reporting. They will not find much to talk about on this site today will they....?