Chinese whispers

Now there's an oddly appealing thought.

The woman who cleans the telephones warns that there are mice as small as fleas that live in your computer keyboard if you don't clean it properly.

I think this probably refers to mites rather than mice, but suddenly I rather wish there were a family of tiny little mice with pink noses living under my keyboard.

Sadly, this blog entry would have just crushed several of them, so perhaps it's best not....

Head of Evangelical Alliance tells Christians to be nice to gay people.

No, really.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/programmes/thought/week.shtml


This morning I heard a deeply encouraging message on Thought for the Day, in which the head of the Evangelical Alliance advised Christians not to protest against the new anti-discrimination law. As I understood it, his message was that although the Bible does talk about sex a small amount, it talks more about serving others, and like Good Samaritans, we sometimes need to put aside what’s theologically important in order to serve others. So while we may have a right to, eg, refuse gay people married style accommodation in our bed-and-breakfast on faith grounds, Christianity is about serving others, not banging on about our own rights.

You can read Philippians 2 if you don't believe me.

...alright, I'm back.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, I learnt that even good macaroni cheese can be made infinitely better by adding a few drops of Grandma Entwistle’s Lancashire Sauce to the cooking process. It’s available in a particular deli in Ramsbottom and possibly no where else, but I highly recommend it.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I learnt that a man I have to telephone doesn’t have a answerphone. Consequently, he doesn’t know that I have been faithfully trying to get hold of him all weekend, and probably thinks that I am disorganized or lazy. Ah well.

And that was my Christmas, more or less. Now I'm in to frantic amounts of activity in order to get church accounts up to date, although I can't really finish that job until the bank statement arrives.
Too much working on the computer this weekend. Don't feel like I've actually had a break.

I’ve been told off for not blogging.

So, you learn something new every day, and these are some of the things I learnt this festive season:
On the first day of Christmas, (25Dec) I learnt that Nigella Lawson’s recipe for turkey really is the best you can get. Although, she is quite patronizing on the telly, and annoys Husband by describing quantities in terms of ‘snow’ ‘bit’ and ‘glug.’ Obviously my sister in law’s effort and skill on cooking Christmas dinner deserves most of the credit.

On the second day of Christmas, I learnt that my new hiking boots cause worrying red lines on my ankles, due to either being too tight or simply because my socks don’t come up as high as the boots.

On the third day of Christmas, I learnt that writing thankyou letters is nearly impossible while the TV is on. Even if it’s the awful live action 101 Dalmations, and especially if you’re coming up with a sincere yet still polite way of saying thankyou for towels.

On the fourth day of Christmas, I learnt that I still do have the ability to lie in til midday or longer, and it’s very very pleasant so to do.

On the fifth day of Christmas, I learnt that buying two pairs of hiking socks can take forty-five minutes, although in fairness I am probably now kitted out with the happiest feet you could go walking on.

On the sixth day of Christmas, I learnt that while I might have the best intentions of going walking to test out the new socks-and-boots combo, bed is much more comfortable. Consequently nothing much happened on Saturday.

On the seventh day of Christmas, I learnt that there are eight or nine unexploded WWII bombs in Middleton, and that ex-Home Guard volunteers enjoy scaring the bejasus out of people digging holes in the road by telling them that.

On the eighth day of Christmas, I learnt that New Year’s Day is the perfect time to go to the gym, as it is deserted. I presume that the place will be fit to bursting from the second of January to about the twenty-eighth.

On the ninth day of Christmas, I learnt that a whole year’s season ticket to Macclesfield costs £1,800, and that I would have been more sensible to buy it in December, before the fares went up.
Ouch.

On the tenth day of Christmas, I learnt that Sanctus1 is suggesting all it's members give up Sanctus1 for Lent, and take up some other useful project instead. I think this is a brilliant idea, although others have expressed doubts.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, I learnt nothing new before lunch. I'll be back later to update the last two days...