At least I have found a way to spend an unusual gift card I received some time ago. It has taken several months to find someone who will take it online. Tomorrow I spend it!
I had to purchase Amazon cards for some folks Christmas and birthdays. When I got a note from my niece to say her daughter was getting her 'Masters' online, which meant I had to put aside watching Wales lose to Iran and go online to Edinburgh University to watch her! This formal extravaganza, full of pomp and more pomp, meant watcher a line of clever people walk up, be doffed on the head by the man in robes, and pass on. Luckili Rhiaan came on quite quickly, so I could return to watching the poor football.
However this does mean I have to send her a congrats card, which means put an Amazon card in with it, which means more expense. It also means her dad and mum will now loudly reiterate the phrase used quite often in recent years, "Get a job! A 'Masters' in Archaeology will not make that easy. Looks like McDonalds again...
Wales disaster means they must beat England, and this does not look likely. Tonight England imperialists take on the former colony of USA. Which side am I on...?
During the year 1707 the Scottish Lord's accepted many large bribes, retained their lands in England, and happily sold Scotland to English dominance without asking the people what they themselves wished. The riots following indicated their position quite well I think.
Today the descendants of such Lord's have once again gone against the will of many Scots and bound Scotland to domination 'until England allows this.' Any nation that has pride in itself will naturally be up in arms at this, not unexpected ruling, however, there appears to be online social outcry but little effective noise from the powers that be. I wonder why?
The Scots government, led by the SNP, could as I understand it,
call an election based entirely on independence. It would be good if those sitting as MPs in Westminster were also to resign their seats and force a by-election in each one. Has Nicola got the desire for such things? I do not believe she, her MSPs or her MPs have such willing. Nicola enjoys being queen of the state, she cares little re independence, her power is more important, her MPs do not wish to lose £84,000 a year plus pension either.
Once again Scotland is treated as a colony.
Once again the Scots government will do nothing, while being well cared for thank you.
Once again England dominates a colony from which she dare not be free as she cannot pay her own way.
Once again Scotland loses out.
It is time for change.
I tried, honest I tried, but I could not watch Spain toying with Costa Rica.
As the thrusting, young, eager Spanish players warmed all over the unfortunate opponents I feared the worst. Clearly this is not yet a Spanish side destined to win the World Cup, however, it is one with every chance this time.
When the third goal went in and all over Costa Rica lunch was spoiled by the rioting natives I decided to join them, not in rioting but in looking away. I returned to my Christmas shop. Here I wished to make use of a voucher, from an unusual organisation. I decided 'Waterstones' was the place to go online. I searched, glanced back at the football to see the fourth goal go in, and looked away. I sought books of solace, well anything really. Every so often I glanced at the game, 5-0 now, I looked away. I went through the rigmarole to pay and naturally the new voucher they say works is not represented here! I paid anyway as well, I might as well. With the post again on strike for two days they may be another Christmas present for me.
What? Oh, 7-0 huh?
OK, Costa were not going to win, this is the toughest group, and lots of goals will be sought at the Costa end. Two more long games ahead for the goalkeeper...
I had to stumble down to the Post Office to post a wee packet to Edinburgh. I arrived behind an attractive young woman with baby in arms. Unfotunately, in front of her was a woman, clearly a regular, posting a bag full of packets of various sizes. This appeared to be a usual occurence for her.
We waited.
We waited.
We waited and we waited.
We chatted between ourselves.
The dozyy child did not join in, sleep was still upon him.
A woman with one envelope joined us.
We waited.
We smirked at the wait.
We waited.
Eventually the lass was finished and the queue rrejoiced.
My turn came and the friendly Asian lass smiled at me as usual, informed me of the price with a quizzical smile, grinned at my gasping, and encouraged me to pay for it.
I like her. She has personality and works very hard. This is a family run shop and they work long hours.
Then she has to deal with the kids and feed them all.
Even a 'Tesco Express' opening up almost next door has not killed them, though Tesco do not have a popular Post Office inside.
Back home I attepted to watch the first of four football games today.
All I saw was the end of Argentina's loss to Saudi Arabia. Ths was difficult as I was already seeking a box for parcel number two. All day was then spent, between fixing this box and cooking 'Slop Soup.' The soup has lived up to its name.
The packet, during Denmark v Tunisia, was coompleted, 'ParcelForce' arranged to collect it tomorrow, too heavy to carry to PO. Then my poor dinner cooked badly while Mexico v Poland ran themselvbes into the ground for nothing.
Tonight I sit in the cold bedroom awaiting the heating to climb higher while watching Australia play France. This is our team now, three Aussies play for the Heart of Midlothian and possibly will appear tonight. Therefore we are all 'Roos,' now.
Jeremiah: 23:1. ‘Woe to the shepherds who are destroying and scattering the sheep of my pasture!’ declares the Lord. 2 Therefore this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says to the shepherds who tend my people: ‘Because you have scattered my flock and driven them away and have not bestowed care on them, I will bestow punishment on you for the evil you have done,’ declares the Lord. 3 ‘I myself will gather the remnant of my flock out of all the countries where I have driven them and will bring them back to their pasture, where they will be fruitful and increase in number. 4 I will place shepherds over them who will tend them, and they will no longer be afraid or terrified, nor will any be missing,’ declares the Lord.
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‘The days are coming,’ declares the Lord,
‘when I will raise up for David a righteous Branch,
a King who will reign wisely
and do what is just and right in the land.
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In his days Judah will be saved
and Israel will live in safety.
This is the name by which he will be called:
The Lord Our Righteous Saviour.
Today's Sunday reading according to the CoE features Jeremiah and Luke. Always one from the old and one from the new testaments.
Sometimes the speakers follow them!
Not being able to make it today, a result of rain and rusty knees, I read these passages and guess what the visiting speaker today would have said. This is difficult as I have no knowledge of him whatsoever. Indeed, as I must acknowledge, I have no knowledge whatsoever!
One thing is clear from a quick reading here, as always it is not what we do, it is what God does that matters. The leaders have failed, it is the Lord who takes action. Sin is the problem, it is the Lord who deals with it, at least for those who repent.
The Lord creates, the Lord leads, and when we follow life is indeed life abundant. This, unfortunately, does not imply it will be easy. Christians suffer the usual diseases, famines, and life problems all others have. Christians also have sin within and have to fight sin daily in themselves. No 'Holy Willies' in the Christian Church. They also walk contrary to the thinking of the world. This causes problems with governments who wish to follow the world or just be obeyed.
This passage begins with a warning to those leaders in Jerusalem around 600 BC, he could just as easily have been speaking to the CoE Bishops now under the leadership of 'Stonewall,' and influenced by the worlds outlook rather than scripture truth. I wonder if their attitude is because far too many have a middle class, well educated Oxbridge background, and have risen too fast and too far in ecclesiastical circles rather than spend time on the ground at parish level, thus being removed from the man in the pew? Mixing only with our peers limits our understanding. This leads to the flock being badly led, God will take a hand once again, in the CoE as he has done in the past.
The Jeremiah story is amazing. A very reluctant young man, forced into a position he did not want, who stood up in public and proclaimed the 'Word of the Lord' to the unwilling citizens. Jerusalem had fallen far from Yahweh. From the King down corruption reigned, God forgotten, society ruined, murder, crime, corrupt judges, and few worshipping Yahweh. He spent many years loudly abused and opposed by the majority of the townsfolk, laughed at and ridiculed, and almost killed. Yet he preached on until the end when he was proved right. They still rejected him!
Because all people agree with a course of action, this does not make it right.
The people of Jerusalem were attacked by the Babylonians. They did not change their ways, and ten years later they were completely destroyed by the same Babylonians, and many were removed to Babylon itself, never to return. The Lord had spoken.
The present Anglican church has many who seek God, however, instead of following scripture they preach 'Love,' and 'inclusion,' and avoid 'repentance. Repentance, the giving our self over to follow Jesus. The CoE will end badly.
As is the case so often, when the Lord speaks into a situation it does not confine itself to the time, the whole old testament is looking forward to the Lords dealing with the nature we all possess, the Self, the sin sick self that puts itself on the throne and ruins life for all others.
I know about that.
Gods answer, 'The Lord, our righteous saviour.'
Luke 23:33. When they came to the place called the Skull, they crucified him there, along with the criminals – one on his right, the other on his left. 34 Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.’ And they divided up his clothes by casting lots. 35 The people stood watching, and the rulers even sneered at him. They said, ‘He saved others; let him save himself if he is God’s Messiah, the Chosen One.’ 36 The soldiers also came up and mocked him. They offered him wine vinegar 37 and said, ‘If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself.’ 38 There was a written notice above him, which read: this is the king of the Jews.
39 One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: ‘Aren’t you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!’ 40 But the other criminal rebuked him. ‘Don’t you fear God,’ he said, ‘since you are under the same sentence? 41 We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong.’ 42 Then he said, ‘Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.' 43 Jesus answered him, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.’
The Lord, a righteous saviour did arrive. He came at a time when a 'Messiah' of some sort was expected. He did not however, arrive as expected. Born, probably in a cave used as a stable, round the corner from everyone else, out of sight. Raised in an obscure, unimportant village way up north, a mere jobbing builder of limited income. Uneducated according to the 'Eton' standards of the Jewish leaders of his day, and a man indistinguishable from the crowd, yet here was the saviour.
After a short period teaching and encouraging repentance and faith in himself, this man from 'up north,' was then crucified by the Jewish leaders through the unwilling Romans. Fear for their position, fear that he was the Messiah, and demonic activity saw to the death of Jesus of Nazareth.
However, a closer reading of any of the gospel reports reveals Jesus, not as a victim of oppression but as one willingly laying down his self, taking the eternal punishment for the sinful nature we all share, and yet as he did so offering forgiveness and eternal life to all around him. Few, while six in iron nails are thumped into their hands and feet would offer such forgiveness. He was no victim like the two beside him, he was a man, fully God and fully man, laying down his life, his Self, for you and me, and all who would receive him.
By this means God, Yahweh, had dealt with sin for all who come to him in repentance, that is those who change their ways and 'follow' Jesus.' This is indeed a righteous saviour, one who did no wrong, upset those who do, and paid the punishment price for those unable to endure eternity separate from God.
Early this morning, I limped around the town as the stallholders for the Christmas Market set their wares out. There are two markets, one on Wednesday, one on Saturday, and this has been going on since King John, of ill repute, granted the Bishop of London, who had inherited the land through the Saxon owners will, asked for one. Some 800 years or so later the market continues, though there are some changes.
Once a month, in an effort to bring in crowds and resurrect a dying Market, trade stall for 'fancy goods,' beer and gin, burgers and pizza, appear. On a good day the seats will be filled with guzzling people.
The market is not what it was, at one time we had three fruit and veg stalls operating between the two market days, but now, with great Conservative Council intellect, they have raised the stallholders costs so much that no fruit and veg man now appears. What is the point of a market without fruit and veg stalls? Other regulars appear, the fish van, or is he a different man? The biscuit man, how can he afford it, and the stall with batteries, toys and any cheap plastic thing that sells also continues. One is left wondering what is going on?
Today however, was the Christmas Market, even though it is still November. Small trendy stalls operate. You know the kind of thing, women artists selling their art, home made cheese, chutney, gin, spirits, perfumes, cakes and candles. Also a variety of expensive items, the type you buy for another at Christmas are on show. These cover a lot of ground, dogs, women, kids, jewellery, wooden pens and toys, fancy coasters, or plaques with dogs in mind and home made tablet. That stall I kept well away from, I have few enough teeth left as it is.
These stall are expensive, fancy gin for £36? These delightful skulls on show, hand made by the artist, one with a brain on clear display, cost £30. I wanted one for my niece, she has some sick ideas, but the price put me off. I told the lass I would not pay that, however, I said I would post the pic and let folks know about her. Someone somewhere will love these, they must do as she is here every month.
The gray clouds did not disperse, instead as I was heading for home a drizzle began, the sort that ruin life for such stallholders. Luckily, many people were already out so they could not escape and sought shelter under the stall awnings.
This type of market does appear to bring people out, whether they are locals I am not sure, it is not a market the townspeople want. Many miss the fruit and veg stall, being somewhat less romantically inclined than those offering todays luxury items.
There are of course food and drinks on offer. Many vans offer beer, Thai food, sausages (they are the 'wurst.') pizza, burgers and almost all fast foods that you like. No prices were obvious. I came home to soup and bread...
It was with great reluctance I dragged myself out of bed this morning. Sleep had been fitful, tiredness heavy. This remained with me until an afternoon catnap removed much of the weariness. I have been tired greatly this week, however, I reckon this was indeed a result of the jabs yesterday. They don't usually cause much grief to me but the tiredness and heavy feel must come from that.
I had little interest in the media today because it is too much effort, however, cunning people reckon the present attacks on the Tory Party by the far right grumblers on Twitter etc, indicates the right are going to make another move to install their own Furher. They wish to bring back Boris as he will obey their commands and reignite the Truss legacy.
Now I am about to eat my Steak Pie for dinner and visit 'Etsy'before retiring to bed to lounge for a while, or preferably until morning. Several gifts have come from these small, but efficient, sellers. I will look around to see what I can get to finish of my little box for up north. I must say I think I have bought a few things via these people, so far so good. A good opportunity for small business's, women especially working from home, and providing for customers who understand Royal Mails problems.
I received a letter a while back informing me of the latest jab for old people those in their prime. I laid it aside as you do. Then there came an email with the same offer. Then, having ignored the previous mailings I received another letter and email. I looked into this jab business, being caring about such things. I went through the Booking procedure, then looked for a nearby jab centre. Horrified I found there was one in a town 6 miles south, and one in a town 6 miles north! Our town, the biggest and most important had only a visiting bus and that on a Sunday way down at the 'Braintree Village Shopping Centre.'
I chucked it.
Later, much later, speaking to the wise elders at the village gate, I was instructed to seek further, as pharmacies were doing this also. More letters ordering old prime people to the jab house arrived. This time I obeyed and searched for Pharmacies local. One up the road, of which I am not keen, was very busy, so I searched for a better place. I found the place I got the last jab was free, booked myself in, and today I wandered in the rain down to their place, pressed the button on the locked door, grunted in the intercom (why have this if she did not know who was there), entered without being asked what I wanted, was greeted by a young woman, gave my age, received disbelieving looks, told the truth, and was taken through to the nurse. This delightful black nurse, full of life and thoroughly enjoying stabbing people she said, jabbed me for the Pfitzner and then the Flu jab.
In spite of warnings I have felt no noticeable difference since then. There again, as I am always suffering the things they say occur after a jab I am unlikely to notice anyway. So I am satisfied with the operation. So simple in spite of what others go through, and not just because of Covid. I have a friend who's mother is dying, possibly before Christmas. His wife's mother may have gone before then, a cousin has terminal sickness also, a brother seriously depressed, and his church has several who may not last 6 months. Another long time friend has just begun dialysis.
I am grateful for my limited health problems.
That said, I have been knackered all week. I took too much out of myself over the weekend and have not stopped long enough since. At least tomorrow means nothing more than a walk, if I feel like it, to Sainburys. Then it is sort out the Xmas stuff that has been left all week. Time to pack and send off I say, before another post strike and before I run out of cash. Then I plan the online gifts and sort the cards which are ready and waiting.
Good job I got a warning of a 10% rise in my pension.
The Chancellor announced his budget today, I did not bother to listen, already it has been torn apart, or praised to the heights. As usual after a budget. The very rich, such as Hunt and Sunak and his wife, are not paying much more, and the banks have saved money in a small move, hidden under everything else.
At two in the almost sunny Sunday afternoon the congregation gathered to pay their respects to the war dead. Amongst them were many men, and a few women, who endured active service and saw their colleagues and friends suffer and sometimes die in action.
Before 1914 the wars Britain became involved in were far from home. Colonial wars, Crimea, South Africa, and early in the 19th century fighting Napoleon in Portugal and Spain, before the end at Waterloo. The public were not concerned much apart from the shortage of some goods, such as Brandy during Napoleon's time, and anyway smuggling was popular. Soldiers travelled the world, fought and died far from home, as sailors had done for generations. The public were involved only at a distance.
For many years people had realised war with Germany was likely. Patriotism was at a high, even though History was badly taught, and the wide spread of newspapers, from which most people were informed, were at best propaganda, and at worst deliberately false.
Being a soldier was a respectable occupation. Since the middle of the 19th century the military mind affected all parts of society, so much so that William Booth's outreach in the east end of London took the name 'Salvation Army,' and not long afterwards the copycats at the Anglican church joined in with the 'Church Army.'
The army had been reformed under the Haldane reorganisation, led by General Haig. Now we had 25 Front Line regiments, of two battalions each. One was stationed at home, the other abroad. Also the various militia were reformed into the Territorial Force, ostensibly for Home Defence only. These did however, allow men to play soldiers, learn the basics of warfare, and, in a time of few holidays, gave them suitable exercise at weekends and on general annual manoeuvres. With a possible war looming did some men enlist in the Territorials in preparation for this?
As any General knows, you plan for a war, prepare carefully, train your men, and off you go, and watch your plan disintegrate in the resulting stramash. All things change once war is entered upon. The UK found this to be true in 1914. British opinion was led to expect a short war, a few months only they said. This was considered likely elsewhere, even the Kaiser believed his men would be home by Christmas. It was easy to forget that the Boer War, such a short time before, had taken some four years before it ended. How dismayed were the politicians at the first war Cabinet meeting when Field Marshall Kitchener informed them the war would take at least three years and he must raise another hundred thousand men. They did not believe him! The Generals understood what could happen if a war of movement was halted, no politician appears to have considered this a possibility. Nonetheless, when war was declared on August 4th men everywhere rushed to the colours, many afraid they would miss the excitement.
Come November 1918 opinions differed somewhat from the days of early excitement. The surviving men who volunteered then were not the same men in 1918. The world had changed, the war had been won, something people often forget, but at a great cost, both 'at the front,' and 'at home.'
The most reliable figures I have come across tell me that 704,803 men died in action. Of these some 338,955 are as yet undiscovered or unidentified. It is from this great loss that 'remembrance' as we know it springs.
The question "What to do with the bodies," caused much wringing of hands and cursing throughout the land. Some people, at least those with money, broke the law and brought back their own loved ones, their 'heroes,' rather than follow the final decision to bury men where they fell. Outrage abundant. Bodies were collected, I think those doing the job, many soldiers themselves or often Chinese labourers, were paid six shillings a d ay for the often gruesome work. Scattered bodies, small cemeteries, were collected together in large organised places near where they fell. These today, run by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, are peaceful well tended resting places revealing nothing of the conflict that caused their creation.
In the UK however, many did not have a place in which to commemorate their dead. So by the middle of the 1920s local war memorials sprang up everywhere. Large cities and towns created often huge memorials, local towns and villages did their best, even if it was just a plaque in a church. On these were graven the names of the dead, alongside slogans such as 'Our Glorious Dead,' 'Not Forgotten,' 'They Died so we could be Free,' and the names of battlefields they fought over, 'Mons, Ypres, Loos, Somme, Cambrai, Passchendaele.' A glance at such memorials tells much about the town or village where they are found, and the great cost to the population of the time.
The return and burial in Westminster Cathedral of the 'Unknown Warrior' in 1920 was much heralded by many. Women especially believed, some through dreams and visions, that this was their husband, son, brother. Thousands lined the streets as he was paraded through the city.
At the same time a Cenotaph, made from wood, was erected in Whitehall. The empty tomb lying at the top symbolising the missing. This idea, copied from the ancient Greek fashion, was highly popular and within a year a more solid cenotaph, made I think of Portland Stone, was erected.
As the memorials closer to home began to appear in city, town and village, the locals turned out to 'remember' their was dead. Many an Honour Guard on duty at the opening or remembrance ceremonies could well remember and speak of the situation of those named on the memorial. Often not willing to discuss this publicly in front of the families. Many names were of course their brothers.
Occasionally in the following years some were able to travel to distant parts to stand alongside their dead. The majority however, were struggling to survive themselves without the 'Homes made for heroes,' that had been promised. Thousands of ex-servicemen, especially the wounded, were more or less abandoned to their fate.
The wives, mothers, children of the dead, and possibly those who so eagerly encouraged enlistment in their locale, now had a place where they could annually remember the sacrifice of their own. An event continued until their own passing.
Flanders Fields are at the right time ablaze with red poppies. During the 1920s the idea began in Canada to commemorate the war dead by the wearing of a red poppy each year. The idea carried on and now is controlled by the 'British Legion,' (In Scotland 'Poppy Scotland.') and is used to raise money to support their work with wounded servicemen. It remains highly popular, and while some refuse to wear them, others have designed white, blue or black, poppies for reasons of their own, the Poppy is worn by the majority of the population during the two weeks up to the Remembrance Day on November 11th.
It is something of a shame that it has been highjacked by many for reasons of their own. Some consider it encourages or supports war, others, mostly the English Brexit fraternity have taken to it in a big way. This is not to commemorate or remember, for them it reflects a historic past in which 'England' (not Britain) ruled the world. A society that has seen Irish independence, Scots nearing independence and has nothing of note within itself bar a failed Brexit, desperately uses anything, the poppy included, to give meaning to their lives.
There are questions these days regarding the meaning of remembrance. Many voices are heard today claiming 'it was so long ago,' and people who served are now dying off. "What is the point?" Such people need to understand how History affects them today as they themselves are a product of these two great conflagrations that rocked the world. As it is, in the crowd gathered at this memorial were many who knew an uncle or father who left to join the war in the 1940s. Others have researched their family tree to find out more about grandad or great grandad and his war record. Relatives of the dead still gather, remembering stories told by aunts and uncles re the one who did not return. In spite of the time people still remember. Indeed, since 2014 many more have taken thought to the war dead, and more so when they have relatives who have served, and sometimes died, in one of the UKs more recent actions, Iraq, Afghanistan, or at the 40th centenary of the Falklands Conflict. The war dead are not just dead in the (to some) distant past, they are family and friends of many gathered at memorials on Sunday. The two world wars affected each of us living today, at least indirectly, the lesser wars, which will continue until the next global one, affect many of us daily. We would be foolish to forget those we have lost.
So, having called the 'PayPal' voice and struggled to get nowhere, after the phone line, still crackly, was fixed, I went online and signed in, using the landline to verify myself, and attempted to change the main number to the mobile.
This was quite easy, I went through the system, fixed it in, but it did not show a change, and logged out.
Yesterday, I spent a huge amount of money on Christmas tat gifts. I used 'PayPal' to pay for them, and attempted to verify myself via the mobile. Sure enough both the numbers showed up, sure enough I logged into the mobile number, sure enough it did not work!
It is always possible I made a mistake, I have made them before now. It is also possible 'PayPal' is attempting to kill me. However, I made use of the landline and spent money. Today, two of the 'Etsy' lassies claimed the 'goods are in the post,' and I believe them. Hopefully the two other shops also reply quickly. I would like to finish this during the coming week.
As always a two minutes silence is held at 11 am today. Many, but not all, throughout the nation stopped for two minutes to 'remember.' I dug out some photos of graves of local men, this one, Fred Bonner, he lies buried in the town cemetery. He was wounded during December 1916 and landed in hospital in Huddersfield. You were sent to any hospital that could take you at that time. During February he developed Blood Poisoning, quite common at the time, there was no Penicillin until later, and died aged a mere 20 years.
It is strange that when you are 20 you consider yourself a man, when you are somewhat older you consider being 20 very young. A very young age to die. It has however, always been the way that soldiers, from time immemorial, have ranged from 18 - 25 years of age. Certainly many fight on for many years, little option for most, I think the Greek states consider you military age when between 18 and 60, and everyone had to enlist. But 20 is a young age to die, especially slowly and in pain. Fred was buried, surrounded by friends and family near home. His brother also died.
Where is Jesus when there is a war on?
He is right there in the middle of it!
Jesus warned that 'Wars and rumours of wars' would continue, God is well aware of the sin in this world that allow such things. We all know where it comes from, our human nature! We all possess the same fallen nature. Only the death and resurrection of Jesus can save us from this.
Two major wars, many, many other was since then, several still ongoing today, Ukraine, Syria, Democratic Congo, Cameroon, and other wars small and large awaiting their opportunity. Maybe we ought to cease asking "Where is God in war?" and just give him thanks that without his Holy Spirits control things would be a great deal worse for us all.
Nothing better than having your routine disturbed at 8 am.
Sitting seeking enlightenment via coffee and the online newspapers, the bell rang and there stood an 'Outreach' worker come to fix my broken phoneline. I was not enlightened enough to respond properly at that time. In he came, faffed about with the box on the wall, informed me of various items I could not comprehend, and then screwed everything back in and headed off to the green box on the corner, once I had mentioned which green box it was. He appeared to have not noticed the one at Tesco. After two and a half hours of bleeps and flashing light from the router, and a couple of calls from his phone (which does not work well from the green box) he managed to fix all things and brought the internet speed up to 65, it had been as slow as 23, and the phone once again works properly. Just don't tell my sister, or she will call it!
This palaver meant nothing could be done, so I managed that, and wisely shifted all things for today over to the Thursday 'to do' list.
Except of course I had to wait in. 'Parcelforce,' were delivering my box from Forres today. It ought to have been yesterday but something went wrong. I wonder if the 'Trunker' from up north got held up by those attention seeking loons hanging of Motorway gantry's? Anyway, by almost three he had reached me and soon I was having pie and chips for tea. Not luxury to some, but fine for me tonight.
Stumbling back across the park from Sainsburys, I went for bread and milk and spent over £14! How did that happen? Anyway, attempting to be quiet as the woman downstairs was working from home this week, I found I had to make two phone calls. This, as you know, is because of my landline fault.
After dozing working most of the morning on watching railway cab rides I decided to act.
So, after lunch and a snooze I got down to business.
I called PayPal after finding details on Twitter. Details which just took me back to where I started and so after a while I got the phone number and called.
A man's voice, but not a human man, answered!
So began the questions, number, name , account, and the problem is?
After more faffing around and not getting this static voice to understand I gave up!
Steam came from my ears, tears from my eyes, and the woman downstairs took the dog out to get away from my whimpering cries. Nothing I said made sense to the box ticking voice. He did however, offer to renew my password, though as I canny log in this will not work, and he did not understand that I could not log in!!! (enter red angry emoji here)
I sat, glancing at the whisky bottle, too far to reach and too early.
I returned to the mobile.
I contacted PlusNet, re the phone, once again. This has been held back by my sloth and slight bug that bothers me. However, well within the 20 minutes, an ADVISOR with a north American accent called. This human being (take note PayPal) done a quick check, kept me informed, in spite of my obvious stupidity, and passed the deal to the engineers. It may be my fault will be fixed in 48 hours and if not something will happen to check it out.
What a great ADVISOR he was, and I was keen to inform him of the difference between PlusNet and PayPal here. Excellent service and hopefully a success.
Now, as darkness creeps towards us, the lightened clouds begin to darken, the wind pretends it is dying down and the branches begin to shiver as leaves flutter downwards, I am almost at peace.
Inclement weather, another fancy phrase for constant rain, fills the day outside.
I left before 8 am to pop into Sainsburys for the things forgotten yesterday, this to avoid the coming rain, and it was raining by the time I got to the front door. Too late to stop, I returned 'fair drookit,' from my short jaunt.
Forgetting the bread also, as usual.
Amongst other things not worth saying, I fell asleep after lunch, again, and enjoyed it immensely.
My favourite half hour that.
Of course I will not sleep until yon time tonight, and wake at 5 am again.
I ate 'sludge soup' for lunch.
This began as Red Lentil soup but ended up as sludge! It tasted like this also.
I now have a contact at PayPal to deal with, but this means phone calls and time, so it has to wait until tomorrow, maybe.
My phone is still down, I need to investigate thousands of suggestions regarding fixing it, before I give up and call for a technician...money required, so he can wait.
Almost all Christmas gifts bought, almost. Just saying...
Another non Saturday, and can do nothing until I have seen the 6 pm game on BBC Alba.
I may as well eat something with flavour now, I wonder if there is any cheese in that mousetrap...?
Once the early morning mist cleared this boy sat high up among the leafless branches taking in the sunshine. Weak though it was at the time it must have been worth waiting for. This Magpie may have been watching for the sun but he was certainly watching for anything that glitters also. Magpies are notorious for thieving bright shining items, though they never find any in my house. It is quite unusual to see him there, I think too many Crows live in the park opposite for him to hang around here. I have seen them further away down the slope that leads to the river that runs through the town. The trees there may be where they roost.
Another strange creature flew over the house a week or two ago, some form of Harrier I think, but my little book of birds did not have a picture that exactly fitted what I saw flashing over me. It is great to be amongst so many wild creatures, and when I can get out of town I would like to sit in a warm park somewhere attempting to see more.
It has all quietened down on the politics front, apart from Suella taking a £10,000 Chinook ride to visit a concentration camp for asylum seekers. That appears OK with Rishi. All things appear OK to Rishi, if he can keep his job and not be stabbed in the back by the ERG.
New taxes, none it appears on Rishi's wife however, and the non-dom status for billionaires remains, including Rishi's wife. How convenient.
Starmer is still huffing and puffing.
Nothing else except WWIII outside as fireworks fill the sky and the stink fills the house. November the 5th is the date that matters, tomorrow that is, and those with no idea who King James VI & I was will happily try to burn down their house in celebration of the failure to burn down parliament. Maybe they have another?
The mist and the gunsmoke have obliterated both the moon and Jupiter, seen here. Pity as I would like another attempt at catching them.
Paypal, a very good idea, especially at Christmas.
However, there is a problem.
I purchase something, a magazine or a Xmas gift, I click on PayPal to pay, and log in.
Fine. Always worked.
So, of I go, log in, and then they wish to authenticate me by calling my landline.
The landline that does not work!
I try to contact them, and they ask me to Log in!
I cannot log in as they wish to call my defunct phone!
I wish to log in, to change the phone number to the blessed mobile phone.
But I canny log in until they call the dead one!
I looked for an email way to call them, this does not appear to exist.
There is a call number, but whether my mobile will work on this is unclear by the way they have explained things.
Now with the important Heart game kicking off in less than an hours time I am not going to try to contact them today, I may still be there at midnight!
I am now in a good mood...
Ha! I have found a contact point on Twitter. I will look into this tomorrow, the game is about to begin!
In some ways I am still working through May/June time, and here we are in November.
Life is like this.
Whereas once, all was young and free, life was to be enjoyed, the future was an adventure out there waiting to be grasped, now it is just remembering if the dinner has been taken out of the freezer.
The adventure has slipped a bit, much has been tried and failed to please, and reality took away what was left. There is no doubt that without the Love Jesus has offered me I would be a right miserable cynic. Instead, today I am quite a content cynic, but not always a quiet one.
If grace abounds my future looks good, though whether this includes the walk to Sainsburys in the morning is as yet unclear. With November winter is arriving. The climate change warmth is dispelling and I had to wipe the condensation off the windows this morning. I suspect the heating came on at one point during the night. At least I am cared for, I have no worries re this winter, and the gas and electric people are proffering new deals, so something is up there. Others however, are struggling already. I suspect no MP is struggling to pay bills.
Several of my attractive young neices and great neices went to an event in Edinburgh today concerning Christmas. Naturally, I offered this foto in response.
Christmas events ought not to be in November I say!
That said, I checked my shopping and found I was well on the way to completing my Christmas buying, bar the online stuff. That obviously, is different! To avoid price increases I shopped when I could, purchasing during the 'sales' and ensuring I began shopping at the 'Special Offer' section. My lot would not care if things were second hand either, this Xmas that is just as well...
In some countries things are different. In the Phillipines Christmas begins on the 1st of September! On the other hand in Denmark I understand no Christmas adverts are allowed unitl 1st of December! How lovely that is!
I suggest each year to shopkeepers that putting 'No Christmas Music' signs on the windows would increase footfall. I am not sure they believe me. Having worked in a 'Cash & Carry' many years ago where such music was on offer, both staff and regular customers were not impressed! A wide variety of quiet music, interspersed with appropriate tunes (of my choosing) would, in my humble opinion, be more appropriate. No doubt some would still manage to grumble...
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