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The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 32,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 12 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
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I’ve done the ironing which has been lying for some considerable time (bedding is always a nightmare). I’ve tidied the study and put away all the things that came back from church during the big tidy there. I’ve hoovered around. The washing machine and dishwasher have done their stuff in a noisy manner. All because Granny said that you had to have a tidy house when the New Year came in.
I must confess that I don’t get too excited about New Year these days. Gone are the days of trekking to The Tron and sitting on a bus shelter counting down the seconds to midnight then snogging anyone that passed on the way home. Gone are the days of squeezing into overpacked pubs, of booking a taxi in August to take you to a party in far flung places just because they have a balcony where you get a really good view of the fireworks. Gone are the days of sitting with my year’s worthof journals to reflect on the year past for the Blog has taken place of the journals. No, those days are long gone.
Last night saw me struggling to keep my eyes open until midnight so I could phone my sister to wish her Happy Birthday. Quick call from Son #2 who sounded very happy, and a text to Son #1 who is AWOL as ever. Not even a dry sherry passed my lips before I scampered off to bed with my book.
And now I’m off to celebrate a certain Someone’s circumcision. Happy New Year folks.
Happy New Year to one and all. It was a quiet hogmanay here at the Rectory as Son #2 had gone out gallavanting (with the obligatory guilty conscience at leaving his old mum alone and yes, I milk that one for all its worth!). I fell asleep in the chair and only woke at midnight when the fireworks exploded all over Edinburgh. Spoke to my sister on the phone just after because it’s her birthday today too and then went to bed. Exciting, huh? And I didn’t even get the study tidied before the old year was out so I dare say that doesn’t bode well for the new year. I did hear my first-foot creeping in at 5.30am but no sign of coal or whisky or black bun (vile stuff anyway).
Looking back, it was a good year. My little flock grew and grew like Topsy and we started lots of new things. We were joined by Bishop Alan Smithson and his wife Jean and he insisted that I took all my holidays. What an asset they are.
I began the year not being able to drive much because of the cataract and it was removed in January to the accompaniment of glorious technicolour. The other one should be done this year when I can find a space in the diary. Speaking of health, I did spend an awful lot of time with my bottom exposed this year while I underwent various tests for my IBS. It would appear that I have diverticulitis and chronic biliary gastritis and a lazy bottom bowel. I think that’s enough detail on that one but the treatment is not pleasant, I can tell you. And I ended the year with the virus to end all viruses, spent two weeks indoors coughing my guts up and am still doing so over a month later.
I found a new retreat home on Holy Island and spent a week there renewing and refreshing the batteries, and am booked in for my post-Easter break. I went to Oxford with Fr K and we adored the glittering spires and watched some amazing theatre.
Son #1 continues to do exceedingly well at Edinburgh Uni and Son #2 was made redundant in the summer time and has since been travelling the southern hemisphere. It was nice to have the house to myself for a while – lonely but nice. But for an extrovert (ENFP if you are interested in Myers Briggs) I am happy with my own company. And in case the boys are reading this, yes I like your company too. And I’d like it even more if you were a bit tidier. (I am also a Virgo.)
Looking forward, what are my hopes?
That St Mark’s continues to grow from strength to strength.
For better health.
For more reading time.
That my family, flock and friends have good health and happiness in 2008 and beyond.
I think that’s it. Have a good one yourselves.