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The Long First Day of the Year

A selection of Xmas reading.

I now have to work my way through all this literature, a word reserved for no good reason only for story books, and while I have opened all of them, read a few pages, and a couple of chapters, I can say I am delighted with what lies before me.

Story books were a surprise, I don't read novels as I tend to throw them away after a page or two, but my niece insisted so I will give them a go.  The others are already capturing me, well written, good interesting tale, and decent research for the facts, I can't wait.  

There is a problem here, that is, I am still working through the books I received throughout last year.  The problem there was that all those books were quite hard to read.  You know the type, 700 pages of small font, complicated stories, foreign names abounding, and some are quite 'heavy.'  So I am slowly working through them, enjoying them. learning, and taking too long to finish.

I may have to stop staring into space and read more...

The New Year arrived at the usual time.  I sat up watching the BBC ALBA offering, being Gaelic I never understood a word, though captions were offered, but the music was good as always and better than what was on show on the other channels.  

The day itself dawned with a pinkish hue slowly changing to yellow as the sun began to climb towards the horizon.  The thin cloud dispersed, the birds flew slowly, while only dog walkers could be seen passing by.  The dogs once again unaware of the date, while I suspect they were aware of the fireworks that began ten minutes before the hour last night.  Less than last year and still annoying when over my head.  

It took till lunchtime till the traffic woke up.  Sainsburys, open from 8-8 tonight, brought some along but I suspect few Scotsmen approached today.  Certainly not in Scotland where today and tomorrow remain holidays.  It used to be a day for derby football in Scotland, not now, Celtic and Rangers saw to that with their bad behaviour, the trouble they caused affected us all.  Now I am watching English football, which never played on New Years Day in the past!  

So, as the sun dips over the horizon again, there must be hundreds of them lying there, the dusk begins to fall, curtains are closed, and the world returns to normal, with yet another day off before the weekend.  When Monday comes many will be unable to cope!

Happy New Year 2026

 

Hogmany 2025

I deserve an honour today

Today was hoovering day.

Not that I was in the mood for this mind.  However, I removed dust covered items from under the desk, cleaned what I could be bothered to reach, forced myself around the, now larger domain, and completed the task long before I fell onto my chair.  

This is hard work you know!  No wonder all the adverts feature a woman doing this, it's what a they are made for!  A man cannot be expected to do such a job and all those important jobs he needs to finish to occupy his mind.  I mean I have only read one chapter in only one book this morning, and now it is afternoon.  

However, the work is finished, but not to a woman's standards.  The abode has been returned to normal, dust is already settling on the laptop, and now I am seeking the important jobs that must be finished before new year.  Ah yes, Motherwell v Celtic 8pm, that will do.

It's the 'Honours' time again.  A time when the usual collection of hangers on and friends of the wealthy and powerful get their reward.   Vote the way the party leader tells you and a knighthood will arrive.   Offer large sums of money to the right people and an OBE will be yours, plus contracts.  

However, I like the idea of the nation rewarding people who have done something for their town, possibly for many years.  Such as long time served 'Lollipop' crossing people, small businessmen who have improved the towns lot, voluntary workers and many others who have served daily in a variety of roles, these people need to be rewarded and noticed by their towns.  Not all will deserve this, however, many an unsung hero does deserve a mention.  I like that.  

The idea of a 'British Empire' (they mean 'English Empire) is not worth much today, though there are many desperate to one of the medals.  Personally I would not accept a bauble, and not just because I am of no worth whatsoever, but I would not accept an English award, a Scots one would be good.  That would be one without the 'Empire' connection.  

I say reward those who have done good, and some are indeed in the top jobs, but mostly reward and indicate the local 'small people,' who deserve a mention.

Boxing Day 2025

With Sainsburys open on Boxing Day 9am-6pm, I decided it would be wise to buy for the weekend today, as tomorrow the crowds of desperate folk will pile in to refill once the leftovers have gone.  So I walked across the park, the dogs had all been and gone long before, just to get a whiff of greenery and tripped over the kerb heading to the shop.  I almost stumbled across the road, I could hear the sirens in my head as I kept upright and moved on embarrassedly.  

Many more in the shop than I expected, but better than tomorrow.  Those pushing trolleys wondering why they need so much today, men with baskets rushing past keen to avoid tomorrows crowd, and me, wondering why I am picking up almost everything with yellow 'reduced price' labels, just in case.  The four things I required are soon dwarfed by the many things I bought, on the cheap.  

Most people still had a Christmas spirit, one or two the effects thereof, the young lass at the checkout was friendly and efficient, and the male customers nearby also happy, to a point.   I mentioned the spirits had no security tags on them but the meat has.  She told me the Honey now has security tags, yet the booze no longer has them!  I suppose these things are easier to steal, and the usual suspects are easily identified re booze theft.  

Anyway, I hobbled home along a quiet street, the quietest this road has been on a Friday this year, reminding myself that this was FRIDAY, not Saturday, and I do not go to church tomorrow.  Having events such as these during the week can be confusing for us.

Christmas Day 2025

The image of a wooden barn containing a wee lassie and her man sitting beside a manger, donkeys and sheep all around, has been with us for many years.  However, those who have researched this now tell us more information.  The word translated as 'Inn,' was incorrect, not just because such places did not exist in the Middle East, it actually refers to a house.  This makes sense as the couple would go straight to the family headquarters in Bethlehem.

Once there, it is likely that a crowded house would mean 'making do,' and no doubt many a  child was born rough circumstances in days of yore.  Here we see an example of a Judean house of the time, the family living upstairs, the animals below.  The rock around there is quite often contains many caves, it is possible one could be used for the animals, or indeed as a place to live.  Whether their stable, and the use of a manger a receptacle for animal feed, indicates a stable, was below the house or next to it, or in a cave, we do not know, but we know he was born in a stable.

Mary would not be alone there, I suggest the women would offer help, especially those trained or experienced in childbirth, and the family would come together to help.  Nonetheless, a young couple, visited by shepherds and Magi, carrying a baby announced by an angel, would be keeping their knowledge to themselves and trusting their God for leading.

What a couple Mary and Joseph were!

The baby was born to offer himself to God for us.

He lived and died for you and me.  He calls us all to know him, not as a baby, but as a God. 

Choose him.  

Life may get harder, but it will be abundant.

Christmas Eve 2025

Christmas Eve, though to be honest I have never met this girl Eve.  Outside cars slowly pass by, the boot filled with foodstuffs, half of which will be thrown away uneaten by Saturday, or else made use of in leftover Sunday lunches.  That which is eaten or drunk will aid the NHS overcrowding by the end of the year, and the family squabbles will make some homes resemble 'EastEnders.' 

Ah the blessing of the time of goodwill.

I started this hours ago and the cars still trundle by, many playing loud music, or Christmas noise's, kids excitedly peering at boxes piled around them, and parents wondering where the cash will come from to pay for all this.  Occasionally  family group passes, Santa hats, Christmas jumpers, and that's just on the dogs, while the group heads into town for whatever reason possibly lunch at the one restaurant or a pub.  In many ways it is a good and exciting time of year for many, especially as the weather has been bright and sunny with a biting wind.  

     

I have not been surprised to read that Chelmsford cathedral, the home of the Bishop of Essex, has decided to progress with prayers within regular services for gay sex marriage and Civil Partnership couples.  This is acceptable they say because of a proposal from the Bishops in 2023.  One I thought had been dispensed with, however, apparently not.

Since the last Bishop of Essex, he is now Archbishop of York, Essex has been open to those with such tendencies, and opposed to biblical readers who disagree and offer biblical opposition.  Yet here we are, official announcement, from a female dead, it would be, for something contrary to scripture and human nature.  A quick reading of scripture reveals how God wants an abundant life for us, not a broken one, and while we accept such individuals we do not encourage them to live a lie.  We do not encourage ourselves to live a lie according to our own desire.   We must seek Jesus and his will only.

I will write of my opposition to this to the Bishop, and be ignored again. The suffragen Bishop will be well aware of my opinion as I have already written to him about 18 months ago re this.  A quick email to some leading members of our church received two answers so far, one thoughtful one opposed to this.  The rest are busy with Christmas.  This will go on.

It's the Greediest Time Of the Year

Early in the morning, before the sun was rising, and it still hasn't, I limped my way to Sainburys for my Christmas dinner.  It was quite busy for that time, cars were arriving, trolleys were being banged into one another, decisions re what to buy was occurring all around, and usually in my way, as I carried my basket from point 'A' to point 'B.'  By the time I approached the smiling lass at the checkout I realised I had bought too much, and on top of that had not obtained the Xmas foodstuffs I sought.  These had been advertised yet were not available.  Nothing daunted of course, I will survive I thought to myself.  The smiling lass charged me far too much once again and yet had the audacity to blame me for this.  I wished her merry Christmas just the same and limped home once again.

Sadly, once home my metal derangement kicked in once again. 

I decided to visit Tesco for my Christmas dinner, NOW!

I blame the bang on the head I received when playing football all those years ago.  The large brown 'filly' ball knocked me out and I found myself sitting with my head between my knees.  While in today's game a medical team would appear, spending many minutes ensuring I was alive, stable, awake, playing with the boys in the Meadows meant I just got up again and played on.  I think the shock is settling in now.

So, I washed my filthy face and dried it on the filthy towel and hobbled off once again towards Tesco's.

Again a mere 10,000 people were barging into one another in a friendly manner.  This time many items suggested for lunch were available, however, the pretty decorated boxes, the attractive contents, and the prices did not fit with one another.  Small items indeed, but the prices were far from small, Christmas increases I reckon.  So, after searching around I went back to the more normally overpriced goods which we all know are not worth the money, but they were worth it much more than the Christmas deals.  Christmas expense comes but once a year, and supermarkets are desperate to make the most of it.

Oh yes, I don't have enough bread....

Shopping

It was along day yesterday which resulted in a nothing doing day today.  This, as many will be quick to point out, is not a strange occurrence here.  I have however, planned the shopping for tomorrow, if I can get up early enough to beat the crowds.  The Xmas stock must be obtained, enough to last until Boxing Day when the store will reopen, closed Xmas day.  One day off for the staff!  And that grudgingly.      

Cars from the store have trundled past all day.  A sight seen all over the nation, indeed all over the western world at the moment.  Many remembering what Christmas is about, many looking forward/dreading a family get together, and several thousand hugging stones at Stonehenge for spiritual satisfaction.  Then getting drunk or stoned.  I am even more keen on remaining indoors.

Did you notice the picture...?

Christmas Sunday

Returning home in the heavy rain after a busy Sunday.

Morning service, the last before Christmas, quite busy with a lot attending.  All quite cheery as Christmas approaches, bubbly and ready for anything.

Except me.

I had forgotten to eat on the previous night and was almost asleep during the service.  My mind kept floating away, and concentration is hard enough these days.  Rejoice! Rejoice! Coffee was served, this kept me going till I got home.

There I ate, and watched the Heart of Midlothian walk all over the arrogant, orange dressed, Rangers.

2-1 was the final score, but it ought to have been 4-0 at least.  We missed an excellent opportunity to give them a hiding, sadly.

I then slept for 20 minutes.

Just as well as I was doing the first reading at the 6 o'clock Carol Service.  

This went well, all read acceptably, carols were sung, strangers, some annual strangers, came.  Then all the strangers ran for the door at the end in case someone spoke to them, and we had all the mulled wine to ourselves.

Still raining.  

See...

Saturday Saunter

It was clearly near Christmas as the angels appeared again on the fences.  All round town the women have been knitting these wee creatures, oblivious to the fact that angels in the Bible do not have wings, and leaving their work for individuals to take home.  This happens every year.  

I left them where they were, though most have since disappeared.

The town, by the time I got there, was beginning to close down.  Christmas stalls abounded, each and every one stuffed with overpriced, often home made, items that I do not wish to purchase.  Clearly there is some profit as it is always the same people selling their goods, one has even progressed to a small shop.  

Normal Christmas activity was to be seen, a wedding in the old town hall, loud aged rock music from one stall, but no actual Christmas music was to be heard, I am glad to say.  I took my puritan attitudes to the museum to obtain a jar of honey, and there I saw lots of small items that I missed before, I'm glad to say, that I may have been tempted to but for the family.  Money saved is a good thing.

We awoke to mist, deep mist, that hung around for a while and was soon replaced by constant sunshine.  The temperature did not rise mind, freezing it was all day.  Here I am glad the hearing comes on.  It has come on and off all day. keeping the heat reasonable, and me unreasonable, as always.  Naturally, tomorrow brings drizzle.