As I get older, I am becoming more and more like my father. I think like him and have very similar likes and dislikes as him. Strangely, I have always thought that I would turn into my mother. I don’t know which is worst but on a serious note it is just so amazing and wonderful to see how we become “mini me” of our parents. Thankfully, I do have some of my mother’s traits which kind of balances things. Please don’t mention this to my parents😁😁!!
I am a firm believer that one needs to be a good neighbour. However, I think I have reached the end of my tether when it comes to delivery drivers and parcels.
There is a great big sign that says VICARAGE outside our front door. Despite that we keep getting parcels for number 44. Number 44 is in the centre of the village whereas we are up the hill. What really gets my goat is the sneakiness of these delivery drivers. They never ring the door bell but cleverly position the parcel on top of our flowerpot which is hidden from view.
By the way, two big fierce looking and sounding dogs reside in number 44 😱😱😱.
This year’s Palm Sunday was eventful for all the wrong reasons.
Due to a muscle pull, I was forced to take a couple of ibuprofens. I tried to resist them but by the time the weekend came the pain was unbearable. Unfortunately, the tablets didn’t agree with me and so I had the runs.
Sunday morning came and my stomach was still a little iffy. I had to make a decision about going to church. I decided to get ready as per usual and see how I fared. I was very nervous because none of the churches have a loo. I even contemplated stuffing my handbag with a change of clothes in case the unimaginable happened!
In the event, I did go to church and nothing untoward happened. Phew!
I love to have the radio on when I am working in the kitchen. The kitchen radio is always tuned to Radio 4 while my study radio which is a DAB is tuned to BBC World Service.
A few weeks ago one Saturday, I was preparing lunch in the kitchen with the radio blaring in the background when I heard the name Jesus at least three times. I was so shocked that I almost sliced off part of my finger! I quickly rushed to the radio and turned up the volume and there it was again followed by laughter. At that point I knew that it definitely was not a religious programme. I was slightly disturbed but continued with my lunch preparation while pondering.
Why is it that one is rightly not allowed to use the name of other gods in non religious context but not so when it comes to the name of Jesus. Is there not such a thing as a blasphemy law? I am genuinely intrigued.
Since the pandemic started, here in the UK, it is not uncommon to hear that people especially older folk are having to wait for about 12 hours when they ring for an ambulance.
We personally know of a parishioner who waited for 12 hours in pain after breaking her hip in a fall. What is the reason for all these long waits? I haven’t a clue but what I witnessed several weeks ago has left me with some doubts.
I wrote about an incident that happened in the churchyard some weeks ago. There were three police cars and two ambulances. One of the ambulances was parked in our driveway. The other ambulance took away the casualty who have since sadly passed away. The ambulance in our driveway was there in until 2.45am after which it left empty. I have since learned that there was only one person involved in the whole tragedy so why were there two ambulances? Furthermore, why did the other ambulance that was in our driveway not leave pronto?
I write this on a week when I have heard that a “blogger dog” that I had been secretly following has sadly died. 💔
I have been recently discovering much to my annoyance that more and more hotels and restaurants in the UK are becoming dog friendly. I like to admire a well behaved dog from a distance but sharing hotels and restaurants with them is just a step too far.
We have someone who brings their dog to one of our churches; I hasten to add that it is neither a guide dog nor a therapy dog. Sadly, God worship turns into dog worship because the rest of the congregation are oohing and aahing at every sound the dog makes while I sit with a grump on my face.
On Palm Sunday, one of the services was in one of my least favourite churches. It is my least favourite church because this is where the “incident” happened.
As I was walking towards the church while trying to avoid the rabbit holes, I saw the walking aid of one of the trouble makers. My first thought was to grab it and hide it among the tall grass in the church yard!!!!!
I am not at all proud of my thoughts but I wanted to write about it because I often fear that I might give regular readers this impression of myself as a wonderful sinless human person to ever walk on earth 😀!