Wur back!

It was good to demolish a big pile of turkey and all the trimmings with ra biological family. A pity tho about the Siberian snow and temperatures which meant that my festive religious observance was limited to listening to Lessons and Carols from King's Cambridge and tuning into the Midnight Mass from Leeds Cathedral on Radio 4. Well, I did the Office of Readings on the day itself as the patristic passage was well worth it. Today has been simply vegetation with much slurping of hot chocolate. Hope it was a peaceful nativity for youse all. And here's a thought on the secular nature of the Festival.

Christmas is coming!!

You know it's getting near Christmas in Dougaltown when you hear the Falkirk Children's Theatre doing selected numbers from their annual Crimbo production in front of the Steeple. This year it's "Oliver" (well, it was on the telly with Andrew Lloyd Wotsit earlier in the year, so it's hardly a surprise). Sadly, as I passed, Nancy was hitting "I'll do anything" in a pitch that would suggest Bill Sykes had mitigating circumstances for his evil deeds! Nerves, no doubt and the fact it was bleeding Baltic out there today!

This morning we observed St Margaret of Scotland, not out of any deep principle or devotion, but because the organist picked the hymns and went for St Maggie. Coincidentally, the organists name is Margaret. Funny that! We had 6 Margaret's in the pews this morning, which I think may be some sort of record. Maybe. Had the Rector's Warden been there, it would have been 7!