Monthly Archives: April 2009

We did it!

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Well, we did it! After three years plus of journeying  officially, and unofficially a good few years more, (Rosamundi, can you remember when I first started talking about the ‘C’ word?), fellow Seabird and I were finally  professed yesterday into the Anglican Third Order, Society of St Francis.

I’m still speechless!

A Parable

It came to pass in those days that   a humble wiblogger had a blog, a new, shiny blog.  The blogger liveth in the wibsite along with many other bloggers of a similarly wibbling disposition.   She bloggeth.  Every day (nearly).    Keepeth the home and work fires burning (some of the time).  And generally doeth her duty as An Shining  Example of  Christian Womenhood. ( She also studieth a little theology on the side, but we all have our failings!)

But lo!  As Lent, the season of weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth approacheth, our humble wiblogger was struck with guilt. She weepeth and waileth and renteth her clothing. (She gnasheth not her teeth as NHS dentists are hard to come by;  an simple filling costeth the price of an small mortgage).

” I have sinned,” she crieth. ”  I have blogged when I shoudst not have blogged. I have not blogged when I shoudst have blogged.  (The same goeth for eating chocolate). ”

” Likewise  I  neglecteth my theology course.  I stoppeth reading those long, boring genealogies after the first three  ‘begats.’ I skippeth all the dull bits in Leviticus, and peruseth the Ship version of Exodus instead of Gospelcom. I telleth not my exegesis from my hermeneutics, my hydrostasis from my hydrants.   There is no health in me.”

And she casteth around in her mind as to how she might expurgate her sin.

And lo! (again).  One day as she flicketh her way through The Methodist Recorder, an Angel (metaphorically speaking, you understand) camest to her and saith:

” Lo! (yet again), Behold! Be Not Afraid! (tick whichever box applies).  Havest I got a challenge for you! Hasten thou deep into the bowels of cyberspace and startst thou a new blog!

And with a cheery ” Rememberest thou. No chocolate allowed!” the angel departest from her.

So,  whistling an quick chorus of  “Here I Am, Lord,” (expurgated version), our wiblogger hied her off to lands afar, wherein after much travail, perusething of HTML code and wiggling of widgets,    was born Green Patches. She bloggeth. Every day (nearly). And it was Very Good.

But, lo! (And woe). It camest to pass, after many years,  our wiblogger, whose name wast now  Green Patches, bloggeth not every day. She neglecteth her blog.  She joineth the ‘Seabirds.’  And one day, whilst she idleth away her time in exotic climes, An New Blogger, armed with his trusty cheese grater, entereth her blog, shaveth off an entry and quoteth it in his own blog and in Another Place.

When our wiblogger discovereth it, she pondereth it in her heart.   She wondereth what kind of news this might be.  Couldst she a worthy contender for the Dullest Blog in the World MKII?  She readest it again.  No she couldn’t.  Then she really didst gnash her teeth (dentists notwithstanding). And thinketh thoughts wholly unfitting for one shortly to become a fully fledged seabird.  For It Is Written:” Seabirds shallst not run amok in the blogosphere with sundry kitchen implements, whatsoever the provocation. Blessed are the Cheese Graters.”

So she repenteth…and laugheth…

And verily, the slight rise in her stats gratifieth her exceedingly.

Sir Clement Freud

BBC tribute here. Yet another person from the same generation as my parents, who seemed as if he’d been around for ever.  It was strange receiving a phone call from our local venue last night offering  a refund of our tickets, (We’d been booked to see him next week). Yet, life goes on, and though it’s sad news, yet I find it heartening to hear of somebody  who’s led a long and full life.

Sigh

Never let it be thought that I’m not doing my duty in sharing the cultural pearls of bygone times.  JTL, Kerensa and Ian, ‘plinth man’  is intellectual Nicolo Tommaseo, more popularly known as ‘Cagalibri.’ I’ll leave you to guess what that means!  More info here.

Landmarks – old and even older

If  a picture paints a thousand words… this is the ideal excuse to bore readers with  a few pics from the hundreds taken on the Senior Miffy 50th Birthday Grand Tour of Paris and Venice.

L'Arc de Triomphe
L'Arc de Triomphe
Mr M with some pile of old iron in the background
Mr M with some pile of old iron in the background
Marilyn Monroe meets the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Marilyn Monroe meets the Hunchback of Notre Dame
In the event of declenchment of audible alarm evacuate the compartiment without precipitation and make close contact with the crew
In the event of declenchment of audible alarm evacuate the compartiment without precipitation and come into contact with the crew
Venice here we come!
Venice here we come!
Oh my poor feet! The first of many squares (and even more ice-creams)
Oh my poor feet! The first of many squares (and even more ice-creams)
Water, water everywhere
Water, water everywhere
Delicacy prevents me telling you what they call this old gent
Delicacy prevents me telling you what they call this old gent
Guess where?
Guess where?
Mr M's cool specs
Mr M's cool specs
For Mrs M
For Mrs M

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Catching the bus
Catching the bus
Aww!
Aww!
En route again
En route again
Home, sweet home
Home, sweet home