Category Archives: Saints


My legs are. I’ve made them work too hard this week, and they is achy. Hot, hot bath later, and maybe only an hour or so in the new boots tomorrow, before needing to wear them for work.

So is my bookseller’s soul rebelling. I’ve not done it for two years, and on my return today, the queries were exactly the same. “No, I’m really, really sorry, you can’t get a Large Print leather bound KJV Bible in a small enough size to fit in your handbag for church on Sunday.”

My introverted nature is also rebelling! I’m a pretty sociable soul, and can be very gregarious in company when I have to be, but I also need plenty of time alone, and slightly more than I’m currently getting. Hopefully, after Christmas, that balance will be restored. It’s why I’m so adamant I want to live on my own for now.

And, so it the bit of me that struggles with being cared for. I am truly grateful for all those who are caring, but there’s beginning to be those who are drifting over the line from caring to interfering, and I don’t take that well.

Then, I’m rebelling about church tomorrow. It’s Harvest. Which I dislike (and I’m avoiding the Harvest Supper, too!) I’m in desperate need of sleep, and taking a bit of stock of where things are going. It’s also a significant date, and for the first time in a long, long time, I won’t be joining in liturgies and events to celebrate.

So, once this evening’s visitor has been and gone, I am shutting and bolting the doors, I will do what ever I need to to, except any work of any description.

Not the best playing…

Bother. Those with any musicality knew I wasn’t exactly at my best at church today. But, I think I need to do some more work with the organ and find out exactly which stops are not working. As well as working out which sound on the electric piano thingy is the most effective.

However, once I got home, and had half an hour with the house to myself, I did sing and play “Jesus put this song into our hearts” with much gusto for Smudgie, and “Cwm Rhondda” for the Welsh, and “O, Love that will not let me go” and “What a friend we have in Jesus” just because, and then, having made me cry, (as “O, Love that will not let me go” is prone to doing) I played through a few of my favourites for me.

This week is interesting to say the least. it’s all happening, but not on the days I would normally expect them to. The potential for it to all go Horribly Wrong is enormous. However, I’ve been very organised, and packed the four different work bags for the week, and I just have to get to the right places, at the right times!

Now, to muse on the fact that either I’ve lost more weight, or various unmentionable undergarments have given up their elasticity in their older age, and thereby rendering them either lacking in proper support, or unable to stay put. I’m hopeful it’s more the first theory, with a hint of the second theory. There may be a touch of the second theory being more plausible, and the first not being as credible as the old scales have been suggesting. (I have purchased new scales today.) But, as most of my jeans are all looser, and so are most of my tee-shirts, I can hope it’s weight loss!

How could I forget?!

I’ve been living South for too long, is all I can say.

I go to a weekday Eucharist most Tuesdays. I do so today, and the priest did his usual spiel about the commemorations for the day. I was only half listening, because I’d remembered Hilary, and vaguely George Fox, because they caught my eye at Morning Prayer this morning. But……

But, how could I forget Kentigern, (or Mungo). I used to go to a St Kentigern’s church, I used to live in Glasgow, for goodness sake. I have a virtual calendar in my head of what seems like thousands of obscure saints and commemorations.

My head is hanging in shame, and I deserve numerous penances. Or at least the mercies of the good St Kentigern and my fellow Glaswegians.