The heating oil for the vicarage that was due on Monday failed to arrive as scheduled. The reason given was that the driver was struggling to drive up the little lane that leads up to the vicarage. I was baffled because they have never had any trouble before. Unfortunately, it sounded like a lame excuse.
The heating oil company has decided to take its own sweet time and rearranged delivery sometime today. The Mhinisteir did phone them but they wouldn’t budge. In the meantime, the oil tank has almost run out of oil; forcing us to turn off our heating! As you can imagine, I am not a happy bunny; I don’t like to be cold.
This is no fault of our own because the Mhinisteir had ordered the oil well in advance and had even paid a little bit more to ensure that the oil will be delivered on time.
With the way the price of oil is, it appears that we the consumers have become a pawn to suppliers.
I am not someone who crosses my fingers instead I have put in a slip in my prayer jar.😁
What I am about to write might shock my blogger friend Anne who blogs at Mehrling Muse but I have just had about enough with Wordle!
When I first discovered Wordle some weeks ago, I was excited. I enjoyed trying to solve the puzzle at the close of most days.
After a nice hot bath, I would jump into bed with my old ipad and try and solve the puzzle. I usually was able to solve the puzzle in under 10 minutes and will move on swiftly to read the day’s newspapers for the second time!
A few days after it was announced that Wordle had been sold to the New York Times, I discovered that I was no longer able to access Wordle on my old ipad. Fair enough I thought as my ipad is old. It just meant that I was not able play Wordle in the comfort of my bed.
Anyway, I continued playing Wordle on my laptop in my study but that was short lived. No matter how hard I tried, I just wasn’t able to solve the puzzles. The usual methods just didn’t work. Later on I read somewhere that since the take over, the New York Times has made puzzle solving harder! What a shame!
Most weekday evenings, just before dinner, I like to try my hand at the latest craze that is Wordle. Most days I get the words right but there are days when I don’t; its usually because I am already tired and my brain doesn’t co-operate!
I had one of those days last week or so I thought. I was already on the last try and I just wasnt’ gettting the word no matter how hard I tried. I gave up. I typed a five letter word and pressed enter so that at least I will know what the correct word was.
Imagine my shock when I discovered that the word for that day was HUMOR. That was when the penny dropped for me that the game uses American English. At that moment, I felt short changed.
I love receiving letters with beautiful postage stamps something which is a rarity these days. In turn, I too use pretty postage stamps when I am sending cards and letters. As I find the everyday stamps in blue and red quite boring, I use a mixture of make up value stamps and non adhesive special issue stamps so that the recipient has an element of surprise.
Imagine my annoyance when I read that Royal Mail is introducing postage stamps with barcodes and that the stamps that I now possess will soon become obsolete.
According to Royal Mail, people will be able to scan the barcodes and watch an animation featuring Shaun the Sheep and in future, we will be able to watch videos and greetings from senders. As an adult, why would I want to watch Shaun the Sheep? Furthermore if I wanted to send videos and greetings, why would I spend money buying a postage stamp when I could use my smart phone to do it???? Royal Mail, please get a grip!!!!
I know I promised to write about BT (British Telecom) and so here it is….
Our The Mhinisteir’s tussle with BT started in July and came to a head yesterday. Regular readers will know that the Mhinisteir is a very patient man and even he couldn’t cope with BT’s shenanigans!
This is how it began…. early in July, we received a letter from BT offering us the opportunity to have fibre broadband. After some consideration, we decided to take it up since broadband services in rural area is quite patchy.
In the Vicarage, the Mhinisteir is in charge of all things telephony so he phoned BT to accept their offer. He was told that a BT engineer will turn up on August the 9th to do some work in the Vicarage. It was the day that we were due to go away on holiday but we decided that we will depart once the BT engineer had been.
On the Thursday before the 9th, when the tree surgeon and his chum were chopping down the conifer trees, two BT engineers came. They needed to do some work outside which was fine.
By the way, nobody turned up on the 9th. When the Mhinisteir phoned BT, they gave him one of their lies and gave him another date. Instead, someone banged on the door the day before the appointment claiming to be from BT and wanting to be let in. The Mhinisteir denied access as the appointment was only for the next day and he was going to be in meetings all day. Furthermore, this person didn’t have any identification to say that they were from BT.
By now, I think you can guess where this is heading…… right enough the BT engineer didn’t turn up on the date that he was supposed to come. Again the Mhinsiteir had to phone BT and they spinned another wonderful tale. Apparently for the first time in the working life of the operator, the contractor got the date wrong! Once again a new date was fixed, this time for September the 10th!
However, the Mhinisteir got a text message yesterday to say that the appointment has to be cancelled and can they please give him a new date!
The Mhinisteir phoned BT to tell them that he has a very busy job and can’t sit around waiting for BT to appear and so to cancel the request for fibre broadband. I say well done to him!!!!
The Mhinisteir was covered in dog hair when he came back home yesterday. He had been out visiting a few of his parishioners in their homes. He wasn’t amused for he dislikes both cats and dogs!
At dinner, he told me that he struggled to focus in the house with the dogs for the smell of dogs was so great. According to him, this was even after the dogs had left. Poor him! The things you have to do if you are a Vicar!!!
It reminded me of an incident in the Highlands of Scotland when we both had visited the home of a parishioner. ML was a spinster and her pets meant a great deal to her but her house smelt of dogs. I started throwing up violently the moment I stepped out of the house because the smell of dogs was so offensive.
I know many rural people have pets but we don’t. The Vicarage is both the place of work and home and we are of the view that it will be insensitive to have pets especially if someone coming to the Vicarage has an allergy.
As for me, I am neither a cat nor a dog lover. I don’t mind dogs from a distance but they must be on a lead. At one point, I even contemplated a wee chocolate Labrador for company. That might just have been possible if the Labrador promised to remain wee and more importantly if we had a housekeeper.
As for cats, I don’t understand them. They appear unfriendly and I find them intimidating as they remind me of tigers!
In the Shadow of the Shahs is a wonderful biography by Farifteh V. Robb. I would say that it is one of the best books that I have read in my life!
It is a book that talks about the challenges faced by the author in her country of birth, Iran. It is about her trying to survive the political revolution and about her new life in the United Kingdom. In the process, she a Persian muslim discovers Christianity and becomes an Anglican Christian.
However, I hasten to add that this book is not at all about “Praise the Lord” after every second sentence. Farifteh transported me to this beautiful country that is called Iran, educating me about how life was during the time of the Shahs and at present. Her conversion story is so beautifully intertwined that you wouldn’t even realise it!
It was also very interesting to read about the Anglican Church in Iran! I am ashamed that in the western world, we are fighting over church buildings and other trivia while for the Christians in Iran, just existing as a Christian is an everyday struggle and dangerous.
“Are you the Vicar?” barked the woman who was standing at the door. Seconds earlier, I saw through the kitchen window a very angry woman, wearing bright yellow wellies marching towards the Vicarage door. We have a door bell but she opted to bang on the door.
I wasn’t eavesdropping. I just happened to be preparing breakfast in the kitchen when this happened.
She went on a rant demanding the Mhinisteir do something about her unhappiness there and then.
She is unhappy that the churchyard is getting in the way of her garden. Seriously???? Did she not consider that when she bought the house all that yonks ago????
What a start to our Monday morning!
This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. A few years back, a newcomer to the village complained about the church bells. The matter even went to court after this individual displayed threatening behaviour. Why buy a house right next to the parish church if you want peace and quiet????
I am sure that at some point during the pandemic, I got on my moral high horse deploring panic buying.
I am ashamed to admit that I too succumbed to pressure and ended up panic buying 3 specific food items!!!
As I type this, I can’t stop laughing but this is what happened…. In a fit of panic, I bought a SINGLE can of Tesco organic chickpeas, ONE jar of Seeds of Change organic korma sauce and ONE jar of Seeds of Change organic Tikka Masala sauce. All these 3 items are still in my pantry waiting to be used.
I really don’t know what on earth possessed me to buy these three specific items because I have NEVER EVER bought them before. Of course now I don’t know what to do with them!!!!