Bacon

 

I took this picture eons ago while trundling up the old railway, or 'Flitch Way,' as it is called.  The name derives from the competition that takes place every leap year in what until recently, was the Flitch Pub' in Little Dunmow.  The winner receives a 'Flitch of Bacon.'  Like many such pubs this is now a restaurant.  Because of the size of the event the judgement now takes place in Great Dunmow.

The competition, which goes back many years into the 14th century, they say Chaucer mentions this, is simple in outline.  The idea is to find a couple who have not regretted their marriage since being married in the past year and one day.  The award is a 'Flitch of Bacon.'  Aggressively questioned by magistrates, and providing witnesses that they have not regretted their marriage once, a jury then decides the outcome.  

It appears few 'Flitches' were ever awarded!  

I wonder if any of my readers have gone a year and one day without regretting the marriage?  Of course you must ask the spouse this also, no magistrate will question you, no jury decide.  There again the bacon will come from Tesco if you had won. 

I wonder if I will ever ride that bike again?  I doubt it now.  Things do not appear to improve and I am losing interest.  I may have to find someone who needs a bike to take it on, do it up and have fun.  

I miss the Flitch Way itself mind.  A  two mile long stretch up to Rayne, busy at times with dog walkers, and how the dogs love it, people strolling along, and much further on the horse riders out for a trot. 

It gave some nice pics also.

Coming Soon...

 

Hunt & Railways

This millionaire wishes people who have retired after 50 or so years of work, to return to work to save his party from defeat.  That is not how he described it, but that is what it is.  Instead of obvious solutions, return to the EU, or at least the 'single market,' tax the filthy rich like himself, Sunak and those who 'carelessly' forget to pay several million pounds in tax, as this is difficult, we get old folks to work long hours and die.  I wonder which millionaire came up with this?  Too clever for Hunt, but maybe a Tory loving civil servant seeking promotion thought it a wheeze.  

Guess what the nations response is...

HS2, that multi Billion waste of time and effort, has failed once again with the news that it might not reach all the way into London, they place it was supposed to start from.   This exciting news raised blood pressure everywhere, but, for once, the Tories have risen to the challenge with Hunt,  (see previous) has made it known HS2 will indeed end at Euston Station.  Possibly.   

There was no need for this.  The railways could be improved as we all know, but surely improving what is there rather than introducing something new covering similar grounds was another 'Boris type' piece of flannel.  Badly thought out, badly planned, and l still have no idea how much work has already been done.  I know huge machines have created vast tunnels in places, I know many have lost houses and lifestyles because of this railway, I know the Leeds part has been scrapped, but how much has actually been completed, if any?  

Still, we can afford this even if we cannot pay the railway workers, the nurses and NHS staff, the postmen, the ambulance staff, the....

The dying embers of the day produced a mild pink in the sky.  This is to warn us tomorrow will be as chilly as today I suspect.  The winter has been mild so far, and the energy people are not happy with the warmth.  The prices will however, remain high.  On that note the water people have informed me that in spite of the cost of living crisis they must put the water charges up.  This is to pay the fines received for polluting rivers, streams and the seaside with sewage rather than spend money cleaning it up.  So the money I am charged for 'sewage' is now paying the bill for the sewage they did not bother cleaning!  Privatisation blessing here.

Eon Again

 

I got another letter from Eon.  

The send emails and letters informing me I need to switch to a 'Smart Meter.'  The last letter offered it slightly differently by telling me they must replace the meter as it is getting 'old.' Well yes, it has been there for almost 30 years so I would suggest this meter is old.

The problem is meter they wish to install will not work.  This requires a signal, via the phone it seems, but there is no signal in the basement.  On top of this even if there was a signal it would not reach up to the 1st floor.  So it is a non starter.

Now their man told them this when he came to inspect it some time back, but they do not listen.

So, I keep getting such helpful information that is of no earthly use.

Should I be surprised?

All big companies have a major flaw, they are operated by people and computers. 

Neither work well.

The people do not insert information.

The computer carries on as told but does not understand what it has not been told.

Wrong information is inserted.

The computer carries on as told.

No information is inserted by human.

Computer just makes it up as it feels like it.

Or is that the human element?

Privatisation has ended the mass of troubles we used to have with the old 'Electricity Board.  I am so happy it has all worked out so well for us today.

Except of course energy prices are coming down at high speed, but prices are not lowering at all.

Bosses bonus's will be good this year.

Burns and Haggis

It may have escaped your notice that today we celebrate the 'Bard's' birthday.  Rabbie Burns will not join us however, having passed away in 1796.  Scots, and quite a few others, will be attempting to cook Haggis, Neeps and Tatties for lunch, reading the 'Address to a haggis,' and if they are not Scots they will be making a fool of themselves with the accent. 
 

Sadly the haggis available in my Tesco's is not great.  I could have got 'my butcher' up in Forres to send one down, but time beat me here.  I did consider the 'mince pies' in the freezer however, by the time I considered them it was too late to defrost them. 

I had garlic bread and vegetable soup instead.

There was no 'Address' offered.

A proper Haggis from a butcher can be expensive.  It can be however, marvellous, not like the rather dry ones I find in supermarkets.  I certainly would not buy the 'Vegan' or is it 'Vegetarian' one that sometimes becomes available, as clearly there is no point.  

As my late sister's birthday fell on Jan 25th along with Rabbie, I cannot forget the date.  She however, showed no poetic talent, unless sending postcards from places she visited with 'I was here today,' on the back counts.  It counted a wee bit when she sent a card thus commented upon featuring the Andromeda Galaxy!  I was in two minds if she had actually visited.  It turns out the family had been to a science type exhibition in Edinburgh.  Not many stars seen from there at this time of year mind.

No Haggis but however, I have the whisky, given to me by one of my secret admirers.  Burns referred to whisky as 'John Barleycorn,' and his poem offers his delight in the substance.  It may be Burns, as he often did, made use of an old poem and livened it up.  However, he, working on a farm when not seeking smugglers for the exciseman, and usually helping them rather than catching them, he knew all about the difficulties of raising Barley as a crop.  He would know about the hardships of farm life and the struggle to make it pay at that time also. 

And while we make the most of the Orkney Barley we keep an eye out for those Vikings seeking to steal back their product.  We however, have ways of dealing with them...

Bread

 

What a good day.  Much of it has been taken up with stuffing my face with my 'Stonebaked, white, crusty, bloomer' that I was overcharged for at Tesco.  Very nice bread indeed, meaningless name for a loaf made by the thousand and then priced higher than the rest to make it appear special.  However, I enjoyed it, and will enjoy the leftovers tomorrow, before it suddenly dies.

The poor lassie pictured above is creating bread, probably a 'sourdough' bread, apparently first discovered in Egypt.  They say they liked bread there, and by 3000 BC there was plenty of variety of wheats and other crops with which to make it.  I am not sure I would wish to be a woman rolling it back and forward there for much of the day.  She would also have to crush grain before this to create the flour to use also.  The bones of such women show years of hard work.  Of course the men, who died earlier, also show the effect of the hard work they endured, but being men are ignored, they do not sell papers. 

As far as I remember early wheats were not very good, and the bread did not actually make you very healthy.  It took some time before such grains were worth while.  By Jesus time Barley Bread was for the poor, and Wheat Bread was for the rich.  Jesus prayer, 'Give us our daily bread,' meant just that, give us the barley bread that keeps us alive, the very basic of life.  Note he did not mention the better bread.  

I like trying the differing breads on offer, though all here are found in Tesco or Sainsburys and therefore not exactly the best options, but they have to do.  I suspect the health food shop sells their own or 'fancy' bread but the price will be fancy also, they can keep that. 

It used to be small bakers kept Edinburgh going for bread.  Walking home late at night I passed one at Stockbridge, door open because of the heat, and the fabulous aroma of baking bread filling the area around.  On Sunday morning someone was sent down the road to get the 'rolls and papers' so we could eat and work our way through the mass of papers we once bought.  The family on the top floor used to change the papers they bought for the ones we bought so together we got through the whole Sunday output of the press during the day.   

How different now.

The only media then during the 50s and early 60s was the wireless and the papers on a Sunday morning.  And usually full scale papers at that.  Not the tabloid things of later.  Even the 'Scottish Sunday Express' had things worth reading at that time, while today it is a dreadful dying rag.  I understand the journalists that remain are not allowed back into the office, it is cheaper for them to 'work from home' while writing items telling people not to 'work from home.'

At least back then, after lunch eventually arrived, we could sit near the gramaphone and listen to the 'Goons' or 'Hancock' making us laugh.  The 'Goons' offered a strange world of sound that nobody has touched since, or at least, not so successfully.  The 'Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy' the nearest thing on radio I can think of similar in output.

 

After I left Tesco I ventured into the museum as I wanted a couple of postcards.  I have four second class stamps to use up before they are out of date, so I must send something to someone to get the benefit!

Here, I encountered two of my women, women I have not seen since Covid began.  How long ago that appears.  Avoiding buying anything but what I wanted was difficult, I almost bought a book I do not require but still found myself arguing in my mind about buying it.  Anyway I wasted around 30 minutes there, including having a quick look at the latest exhibition, 'Ladybird Books,' before heading home to my bread.  Since then I did nothing.  I filled my face and look forward to the weight increase happily.

 

 

 

Frost, Bishop and a touch of Toby

It was one of those ridiculous winters morning today.  The sky was blue, the sun shone, and the streets were slippery with frost.  As I walked, tripping up several times and almost going flat out once, the pavements on one side were white while the frost on the telephone wires above slowly melted, dropping great blobs on heads of the few passers-by.  Everything ached, and as I rose that morning my one thought was "I wish it was Monday."  Then I can go back to bed, but not today.

 

Today the Bishop was preaching, so I was ordered there to take pictures.  

This once confused me as he is not the Bishop of Essex, just of Colchester.  But large counties have a Bishop and as many 'sufferagent Bishops as required, Essex has three.  The sbishops, as you may have noted, are strange people, this one however, has his good points.  For a start he knows God, though he does have a tendency to the 'Stonewall' nonsense.  I was glad he did not mention this today, I may have started something.  All went well, he spoke well, many pictures were taken, all smiled.

 

I then watched as the Heart of Midlothian strolled past the poor Hibs team.  This, as you know, is not unusual.  The best part was watching Toby Sibbick run up the park near the end of the game and chip the ball past the despairing goalkeeper.  Toby Sibbick, the new striker!  Another great performance from him, though the team was not playing to well once again.  Playing not to good we have beaten Aberdeen and Hibs.  All looks good so far.

It's the Bishops Again

 

It's the Bishops again

Now I must explain, I do not come from any 'Bishop' background.  My background is Scottish Presbyterian and later, non-denominational, so the almost worship I see of Bishops in England is not something I share.  Therefore when pronouncements are made by Bishops I tend to see them (I hope) from a biblical viewpoint, rather than a practical church viewpoint.  

Now the Bishops as you will realise have an important and difficult job, whatever they say brings opposition, both from believers and unbelievers.  In the glorious Church of England both exist.  

There are constant points of diversion that arise and today we have the Gay problem, in which there is a push for the church to accept something that is clearly wrong and goes totally against scripture into its midst.  Many oppose this, however, it appears possibly two thirds of the bishops do not.

So where are we today?

The issue pushed constantly by a small minority is that the church ought to accept gay marriage or civil partnerships between gay couples.  The 'Trans' issue is put to one side, but you can guess it is coming soon.  The world around us has accepted gay marriage as normal, though we note there was no question of asking the populations whether they agreed or not.  Civil partnerships, where two people live together and can inherit from one another cause no problem, except in the church when gay relationships are involved.  

To be a Christian means recognising you have a corrupt nature, full of sin.  You can never stand before  a Holy, perfect God, your creator and one day we all will stand before him.   All are lost, none can stand.

God himself takes the initiative and in Jesus of Nazareth dies in our place, hounded, wounded and crucified.  He dies physically and spiritually, the second person in the Trinity is separated from his Father for the only time in eternity, for me and for you.

Jesus dies for our sin.

When we recognise this we have a choice to accept this and follow him or go our own way.  He wishes desperately to save us, he wishes to make us new and he knows all about us as a father knows his child.  Our acceptance of this sacrifice for us and our choice to change our ways and follow this living God is called repentance and faith.  

Without this we do not belong to Christ.

The problem all denominations have faced is that some who have repented, and I tend to the belief that others who have not, are forcing churches to accept that which goes against scripture teaching, and indeed our human understanding of normal sex.  We now see gay marriages in various churches, while such as this are also 'affirmed and blessed.  This should not be.

The choice the Bishops have made is to refuse to allow gay marriage in the CoE, which is correct according to scripture, but now will allow those who wish to affirm such gay partnerships or marriage the right to do so.  This is clearly unacceptable.

Lev 18:22.  "Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable."

This is quite clear, many other verses you will know back up this command.  These commands come from the very heart of god, reflecting his love and holiness.  They reflect we are made in the image of God, males and female, and those who follow him are intended to obey this.

There is no doubt there are many, though a minority in the land, with such tendencies.  We are all sinners, our tendencies, our failures, our reactions to life reveal themselves in other ways, but they remain corrupt in Gods sight, just like gays.  It is Gods will they are healed.  God loves each one and I tend to the opinion he wishes to love every gay, but wishes to see them lose this lifestyle.

They poorly thought out draft from the Bishops speaks out of both sides of the mouth.  

This is unacceptable.

The Bishops, those at least who know God, ought to be speaking in love the good news of Christ Jesus, proclaiming his cross and nothing else.  They ought to offer love to all, but also demanding repentance and faith in Jesus.  Accepting someone without offering repentance is not the Good News.  

The world has taken gay rights to heart, but like us at one time, the world does not know God and does not, and cannot understand.  No church ought to follow the guidance of this world, we after all are only passing through, but we are meant to be light in a dark world.  We cannot enlighten a world by accepting sin as normal.  

If we do accept sin as normal we no longer require repentance, if so there is no requirement for forgiveness, and no need of a saviour.

Satan works wonderfully well.

There is much sin in our own lives, we are meant to be fighting it, not condoning it as we often do.  To allow this Bishops move to go ahead weakens the church in the eye of the world, after all it no longer has a position on which to stand.  

We must also take into account what is happening in the world around us.  'Diversity' has arisen in politics, police, the church, the NHS, big business and schools.  Everywhere we see people standing up for marriage being between one man and one women being opposed, disciplined, sacked, and taken before the courts for 'causing offence.'  Others are arrested for preaching because 'someone' is offended, still others cautioned or questioned by the police (the Thought Police now?) because they stand praying quietly.

Do people in the pews not notice how this has happened in front of them?

Do they not see where it will lead?

Governments are trying to impose a Bill that will mean praying for those who wish to lose a gay tendency becomes illegal.  A 'Gay Conversion Therapy' ban will mean it becomes impossible to pray for any who ask, because the law forbids it!  Is this what the church should accept?  The gay lobby wish to end Christian prayer, and indeed the Christian life, Satan knows how to hurt.  

Has the church not noticed?  

While we pander to gays they attempt to kill the church.

Christian 'love,' does not mean not hurting people.  A quick read of Pauls letters shows how he honestly, and indeed in love, dealt with sin in the churches.  We must do the same.  This will hurt those who sin, as indeed it hurts us when we admit our wrongs, which are many, but we must speak truth anyway.  If speaking Gods word hurts, then sin has been revealed, and their argument is not with you, but with Gods revelation of their sin and himself.

God the Father looks down and desperately wants the people to know him.  He desperately wants us to know him also.  His love is strong and genuine.  We cannot bring that to the world if we allow sin in ourselves or in the church as a whole.

So many in the churches are not aware, or not willing to be aware of the threat to their freedom of worship.  We live in troubling times, too few understand this and this latest move by the Bishops weakens an already poor hold the CoE has on the nation.  It must be opposed.

Thursday Thrills..

Another day wasted doing laundry and such like.

When young and fit, with nothing but an exciting view of life ahead, cheerfully looking into the adventures of travelling the world, or at least a day in Cardiff, life was good.

Today, having learned that being an adult means wondering what is for tea tonight, drying your laundry over the heater as a cold draft comes in the open window, ignoring the ironing awaiting, and once again trying to turn the energy off, all the while using it to dry things.

At least when the sun shines all appears well.  Note the pigeon happily sitting high up among the bare branches seeking what sunshine he can gather.  They do not appear too bothered about the weather, nor anything else.  The heavenly father feeds them, usually long before most of us have risen from slumber.

I glanced at the excitement caused by Rishi flying to Blackpool for nothing very important, or the fuss engendered by Nicola and her Gender Bill, and the many other vitally important subjects mentioned, or if they involve a Tory Chancellor dodging tax, not mentioned in the media, and ignored them all.

Today, I just wanted simple things, like sleep, food, and no disturbance.  So far so good.  So I will switch everything off ow and hide in my bed until tomorrow's exciting arrival...

I hope your busy day was better than mine.

Wednesday Kirk

 

I was feeling good this morning, though whether my new breakfast drink is responsible or not I remain unsure.  At least as I walked down the road to the Kirk later my bones did not creak as mush as usual.

There was a 'discipleship class' underway and I went along just to be involved in a face to face argument as opposed to the Twitter arguments I am so used to.  Sadly, this did not occur.  Tsk!  

When people agree with me I find myself floundering and unsure what to say, it is so unusual.

It was good to get about and about, buy bread today to save me getting up early to find some tomorrow.  I bought a couple of bags of cake like things, don't ask me what they were, and the cheerful lass in the 'Tesco Express' pointed out something was wrong with one bag.  It was crushed, and I mistook this to be a different variety of cake.  She changed them over and on I went.  I dumped them on the folks at Kirk, sandwiches were being eaten then, and found tea to keep me going.

I'm knackered and broken now mind...

Wealthy Memory...

How lovely to be wealthy!

Emptying the pockets, searching the cash lying around, and I find all this.

This is the result of Covid!

You see, with Covid around nobody wanted to touch cash so the card came out of the wallet.

This meant that when cash was made use off, such as in the club, then change was given.   Though never enough I say.  This meant that gradually the pockets filled up with loose change.  Now much of the small stuff can go into the cider jar and be made use off at Christmas, well next Christmas as there was too little to bother about this year, and all I need carry is a small amount of what may be required in an emergency, which never arises.  Therefore I have cash abounding, but in reality no money.

Having missed the last two trips to the club for the old man's meeting I have the cash that I would make use of there.  Still, it makes me feel rich to hear it jingle in the pocket.

However, I have had an idea.  I will forget using the cider jar contents for next Christmas's Brandy gift to myself, instead I will turn it into one of these.  This way it will fill up very much quicker and I may have the Brandy by Easter at this rate.

My memory always had a hole in it, however, now it is becoming larger and developing into a canyon instead.  Names are always hard to remember, much worse now, working out why I turned to a page on the laptop is becoming a normality, but always managing to pay my bills, sadly, has not yet failed.

Not a Lot

 

 Frank Kelsey

 

Not a lot has happened.

The bug has bothered me a bit.

I have avoided everything.

Remaining inside, weary, sleepy, and staring into space.

Today, it improved.

I visited the expensive supermarket.

Made soup that tasted like it was meant to.

And now am revived by my own soup.  That has not happened before.

I di begin a post yesterday, I remained inside all day, but was not happy with the phraseology.

It made no sense in other words.

I have returned to one of my Twitter names however, I may soon be banned again.

Hopefully the world is treating you all better than the cold north wind coming through the gaps in my window is treating me.