Monday, 27 July 2009

Coming to an End

As a result of recent comments and traffic on this blog, and my inability to be anything else other than impulsive in writing posts here, it is with sadness that I have decided to discontinue blogging.

I offer apologies to those I have offended during my blogging days, and thanks to all who have supported me through some grim times in the past, as well as those who have laughed with me at the absurdities of life.

The blog will stay online for a few days more simply so these apologies and thank-yous can be caught by my regular readership.

News of St Augustine's can always be found at the Parish Site

Sunday, 26 July 2009

From Gadgetvicar.. Some help.

There is already a plan in St Aug's to manufacture sterling silver hand gel dispensers for the altar. For more catholic parishes, there will be the option of having the Virgin Mary on the front of the dispenser, but it will come also with a simple cross option. With Raspberry Rabbit, we're hoping to make mega-bucks with this idea. After all, every parish will need this new liturgical prop.... sooner or later!

Saturday, 25 July 2009

More Dad

Our worries continue with dad on the verge of being expelled from his care home. Apart from hiding in the bushes and throwing the staff into a state of panic, wondering where he's got to, ringing the front doorbell and running away, and raiding the kitchen for whisky and cooking sherry while nobody's looking, he's an extremely angry old man who has just not settled. This may sound amusing, but it's extremely upsetting and stressful for the staff and, of course, the family.

The police were almost called yesterday when he tried to run away again, and it looks like we are heading for hospital admission again.

I'll visit this afternoon and see where we are, but desperately in need of your prayers. Blog readers will be aware that there has been enough stress, personally, this last week. I can take so much, but there comes a time when I'm ready to despair.

Friday, 24 July 2009

It's All Go Go Go!

We ploughed through a Vestry (PCC) Meeting last night which lasted over two hours, but on reflection, there was much to discuss and little time was wasted.

It's heartening that our new hall is almost completed now and we are planning to move in on 28th August. Plans are afoot for a big party on the 29th, and then we have a Confirmation on the 30th with Bishop Idris coming. There are grounds to believe that we may be successful in one of our grant applications, which means that we can have new furnishings for the hall, plus a number of laptops to turn one of our meeting rooms into a cyber cafe for the town centre.

The hall has cost us upwards of £330,000, and with the credit crunch, and the fall in value of our share portfolio of around £100k, the congregation are certainly feeling the squeeze! However, the faith within the Vestry that God will ensure we manage to see this through, with a full time ministry at the end, is unshakable!

We also endorsed the installation of new boilers for the church which should keep us warm enough for many years to come.

There was lively discussion on the swine flu pandemic, and how we should respond to recommendations made by the C of E, which seem to be endorsed by the College of Bishops. There was strong feeling that we must not abandon the common cup just yet, but that higher standards of hygiene, including alcohol-based rubs, should be introduced for all who minister at communion time. This will obviously be under review as things develop, or don't!

It's wonderful to be in charge of a congregation where so much is happening, and where there is real excitement about future ministry and mission. We now have to pray that we can afford it all, and have the necessary folk to make it all happen. In God we trust - and God has never let us down up until now!

Thursday, 23 July 2009

Getting Old

Was at The Vale hospital today to get my blood checked. The young nurse was calling me "dear" and "precious", and other such terms of endearment. I was quite taken aback by this, and thought that perhaps she might fancy me? On reflection, I was being spoken to like an old man, in the same way that I hear in geriatric units and care homes. Yes, I'm getting old, and look old to the young folk out there. Maybe they'll call me "darling" when they teach me to use my zimmer!

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Free Scottish Barbecues!

Available free from all Scottish supermarkets, with a "top shelf" to keep things warm!

Pisckies Against Trident!

Hey! Now it has the official approval of the College of Bishops! The Scottish Episcopal Church calls for the decommissioning of Trident!

Tuesday, 21 July 2009

Blessing Toilets!

Yes, it's official that we Anglicans now bless lavvies! As the Provost of St Mary's Cathedral points out today, it may still be some time before our bishops can bless civil unions however!

Theology Matters

I still find it amazing how I can get excited about theology, and get myself involved with, and enjoy, a good argument over the nature of God, or trinitarian doctrine, the atonement, or eschatological matters which may affect us all, but matter not a jot to the common populace. It may be a form of escapism in some ways, arguing over how many angels can stand on the tip of a pinhead, or whatever. I'm not really prone to silliness in theology, honestly, but you know what I mean! I've therefore enjoyed the last 24 hours or so over at Mad Priest Towers, arguing over the nature of salvation, amongst other things!

However, it did strike me that normal people don't get excited by things like this, and I'm beginning to wonder, in recent weeks, whether I'm normal at all! Yesterday, the RW dragged me away from things parochial to visit the fair town of Helensburgh for afternoon tea and toasties. I was able to go into a WH Smiths for the first time in a while, and while the RW was perusing the Mills and Boons or whatever, I found myself looking at the hundreds and hundreds of different magazines that are now for sale! I was shocked! Do people buy these magazines? Well, they must do! However there are some weird and rather specialist subjects that obviously enthrall enough of our populace that they can publish and sustain a weekly or a monthly blatt on the subject!

I looked in vain for the Parousia Monthly, but I couldn't find it. It seems that folk these days find their redemption in BMWs, motorbikes, fishing, computers, techno-babble or whatever. Not even a Playboy in sight! What has the world come to when I've not been looking?

Monday, 20 July 2009

Nun fined for 112mph Italy Mercy Dash

In a country where speeding is a national sport, Italian traffic police are used to hearing the most colourful of excuses from drivers.

But the patrol that pulled over a Ford Fiesta on Friday doing 112mph was surprised to find at the wheel a 56-year-old nun who claimed she needed to be at the pope's side after the pontiff lost his balance in the bathroom and broke his wrist.

In the back were two fellow Salesian nuns, aged 65 and 78, who had jumped in the car in Turin when news broke of Pope Benedict's fall near Aosta, where he is spending his summer holiday.

"The police were shocked to find three nuns of a certain age in the Fiesta," confessed the nun, named only as AM. "But we were afraid of getting there late. I know you shouldn't go so fast, but the news of his Holiness's injury had made us truly anxious."

You couldn't really make this up!

Sunday, 19 July 2009

Can't Come to Church?

No problem at all! Your solution is to be found HERE.

As the Site, eventually says:

Priests, Vicars, Padres!!
Tell your congregations about Host-in-the-Post,
and from now on you can enjoy Sunday Morning in Bed like the rest of us!
God Knows, you deserve it!!

Saturday, 18 July 2009

If Only it Could be Like this all the Time

With heart in mouth, I took dad up his final bits and bobs this afternoon. He was grateful to get his DVD's, (and his teeth), was watching the golf on his own telly, was given a dram which he appreciated, and chatted on as if nothing had happened untoward in the past few days. We were lucky. We caught him in a good moment.

If only it could be like this all the time, but we know that a visit two hours later could have produced a very different scenario! Day at a time, Kenny! Day at a time!


It's not easy to write about how I feel at the moment, except from the bottom of a deep well of guilt and depression. Dad is really turning the emotional screw just now, and emptying out his flat this weekend is not something which helps at all. The guilt is irrational, but dad knows all the right buttons to press and my every fault and failing is being highlighted, ending up with, "And what terrible thing have I ever done to you that you have ended up putting me in a home which resembles One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest?" My sister G is getting the same garbage.

My brain is hurting, my stomach churning over the thought of what the next crisis will be, or what the next visit will bring. I have lots of odds and sausages which need to be taken to him today, and it's with fear and trepidation that I anticipate the visit.

Psychiatric assessment, and perhaps some different medication is a possibility, but I don't know when that's going to happen. A case conference sometime next week will take place, but again, I don't know when.

It just can't go on like this. I know many folk who have parents who accept they can't manage on their own, and settle in to a care home, often with a bit of difficulty, but eventually with acceptance. The last two weeks have been totally OTT.

I'm just praying for the strength and sanity to see this through for now.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Dad Stuff Again

Got called to the Care Home tonight. Father was at the gate and refused to return to the home. It was a dreadful two hours before I got him calmed down and up to his bed. Obviously the place he's in is not going to be any solution, but I'm tearing my hair out thinking of an alternative!

Loved this......

It could happen to any of us!

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Easy Pickings at The Rock

Watched Partick Thistle Nil beat Dumbarton 2-0 tonight in what was a low-key kickabout, which will be known as the meeting of the Stevie Murray Appreciation Society. Thistle let Stevie go last year, and tonight he showed that he still has a lot to offer... the best man on the park by miles.

It got surreal during the second half when the Jags, in pink, had two No 16s and two number 15s on the park at once. Perhaps they should all be given No 10 and told that they are Pele? Shame for the wee Dumbarton trialist who never even got a number!

If both teams play like they did tonight, it's going to be a long hard season for both sets of fans!


Hey! Maggot, a regular reader of this blog has become a grandmother! Little boy to Susie and Ross, 8lb 2oz, and all is well! Dumbarton v Partick Thistle Nil, or a look at your new grandchild? No brainer! See you all at the Rock tonight!

Day Trip to Turin

The work has sent the RW off to Turin for the day to supervise a print run on labels for Cutty Sark. Or is it? On a 36 hour mission, most of her time will be spent in the air or waiting at airports. The printing is done in an industrial estate 100 miles outside Turin, so no time for sightseeing. She may as well be going to Port Glasgow for the day.

It certainly scuppered her plan to be with me tonight at The Rock where Dumbarton are taking on Partick Thistle Nil. My local team against the love of my life! It's only a pre-season friendly, so I don't expect The Nil to do too much. Prediction - a Dumbarton win which will make my life hell for the next few months.

Other things will scupper the attendance at tonight's game. Bruce Springstein is in concert just down the road in Glasgow, and Maggot and T, it seems, are about to become grandparents today. However, Simon Barrow from Ekklesia will be with us from Englandshire. Why a noted theologian and widely read academic supports Dumbarton I know not, but there are obvious connections with insanity in both these roles.

Meanwhile, Archie, Toastie, Peanut, the SA and I have been left to our own devices! Scary. Eh?

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Sermon for Trinity 5

Some of you may be aware that today is the 12th July. For most of the people of the world it’s just another day, but for us in the West of Scotland and indeed in Ireland, it is a date etched in our brains. One of the first songs I learned in Primary School contained the words, “And it’s on the 12th I love to wear the sash my father wore” Then ended up with words that suggested that someone, somewhere should have sexual intercourse with the Bishop of Rome. God help me, I didn’t know what I was singing about. Some of my classmates of old are still singing, and they probably still don’t know what it’s about! My father didn’t have a sash, and neither did my pal’s dads! But sing it we did!

Today, in the Gospel we had the head of St John the Baptist served up on a plate, and there’s a lot of truth in saying that there are some who will march this weekend, commemorating the Battle of the Boyne 319 years ago, who would gladly have the head of Pope Benedict served up on a plate too.

The thing is that if it was an anti-Islamic march then it would be banned! But even in this community, shortly, the flutes will play on our streets, the drums will bang, and wee girls will dance like Salome, twirling the cords of the various banners.

Not that the other lot are much better.

There are some who would wish they could get away with blowing the said walk and all its participants to kingdom come in one fell swoop. Mass murder is nothing new to either camp.

Hatred of Roman Catholicism and hatred of Roman Catholic practice is an abomination to God. There, I’ve said it because it is the truth.

Hatred of anything that is not Roman Catholic, Calvinism, Protestant and reformed is also an abomination to God. There, I’ve said that too, because it’s the truth.
We take God Almighty himself and use him as an excuse for our hatred and division, and that is an abomination.

I will have nothing to do with bigots and those who will perpetuate hatred in the Name of God in my country or in this community, whether Christian or not, for it is an abomination, and that’s the truth.

But telling the truth can get us into all sorts of problems.

There are two types of people in the world we despise. The first are people who can never be trusted to tell the truth. The second are people who can only be trusted to tell the truth.

Can you remember the first time you got in trouble for telling the truth? I can. I was four or five years old. An adult was visiting our house, and they asked my dad why we didn’t come over very often to visit them. I chimed in, “I know. . . Because my mum says your children have dirty heads.”

I once told a funny-smelling “old lady” that my mum would never have a cup of tea in her house. Well my mother had said it. “It would give you the bile”, she’d said.
Eventually we learn that while we should always tell the truth, we don’t always have to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Some call this the art of the “white lie,” And there are many things and situations which, if we are going to fit in with society and be acceptable, we have to learn the technique of staying silent or telling the white lie.

The truth be told? We usually don’t want the truth to be told.

But sometimes, I believe, we need to tell the truth, even although we risk getting our head on a plate for our efforts.

And we might offend. Well, tough! Because some things need to be held up as wrong, some things need to be held up as evil, and sometimes we need to be brave enough to stand and speak the truth.

And John the Baptist was doing just that. Sure, there were lots of things he could have accused Herod of doing wrong. His politics were more than a wee bit crazy, but eventually he did something that couldn’t be ignored, and John spoke the truth.... “You are in an adulterous relationship. You have stolen your brother's wife and you must repent.” And it was because Herod was offending God and God’s law that he eventually spoke out. It cost John his life.

There were other things that could have been said about stuff in Herod’s life, but some things are worth dying for and others aren’t. We maybe have to pray for discernment. Discernment is important, because there is always a time to speak and a time to stay silent.

But, if God is being used to create the sort of hatred and division in our society which we see at this time of year in this community then it must be condemned. The truth needs to be told.

If someone is destroying the fabric of the People of God, then the truth needs to be said.

If someone is even jeopardising the life and unity of this parish, then the truth must be told, even if it’s told in love.

If the Gospel itself is being twisted and used for means other than truth, unity and love, if it is making a mockery of Jesus and his way of love, then it is an abomination and worth speaking out against and maybe even dying for. We’re lucky that heads on dishes are not common sights, even on Dumbarton High Street.

Often, we are asked to speak the truth because it is necessary to do so, but so many of us shy away from it because we are afraid to offend, or afraid of the consequences.

What if Michael Jackson had had people in his life who weren’t afraid of giving offense, what if certain people who loved and cared for Jackson brought grace and truth together in his life, were firm and told him the truth about himself? What if they weren’t afraid that he might want their heads on a platter? Might he still not be alive today?

What about some of the drug abusers and alcoholics in our communities who continue to be enabled, simply because nobody is brave enough to stop it and hold a mirror up to their faces, and confront them with their unacceptable behaviour. I would have been saved a lot of pain had someone long ago had done that for me. Instead, it was all covered up with the words, “Oh! Father enjoys his wee drink!”

And so our silence can often enable evil and unacceptable things to go on, we enable things to happen which are destructive to our communities, our friends and families because we won’t tell the truth. We’re frightened of the consequences.

Sure, we always need a spirit of discernment, but often it’s just that we lack the courage, and are afraid of the consequences.

John the Baptist had no such fear. His love of God was such, that there were things that had to be said.

There are things that need to be talked about. Truths that need to be told, from world hunger, to Islamic and Christian extremism, from basic human rights, to racism and even homophobia. And the truth needs to be told.

But even in our little communities, and in our families, often the truth needs to be told in love, to save folk from themselves, whatever the consequences. We need to be brave, sometimes, to do that.

Cathedral Choir 1990

This was St Mary's Cathedral Choir before their infamous Tour of Scotland in 18 hours - seven Cathedrals in one day. Spot their Chaplain!

It's Not Only the Church Which is Being Challenged

Further to the Provost's words in Scotland on Sunday, Times Online today carries a challenging piece from my friend Aman De Sondy.

It's not only the Christian Church which is being challenged on the gay issue, as Aman's interview clearly shows.

After reading this, I guess it's a good job he's leaving Glasgow soon. Scottish academia, theologically and spiritually, will be poorer for his absence.

Just what Archie Needs

Provost Has His Say

See Here The article in Scotland on Sunday will cause more debate. One hopes and prays that it will be constructive.

It's going to be an interesting day or two in Blogland over at Kelvin's Blog. After a week or so of negative comment in the press by senior churchmen in Englandshire on the whole gay issue, perhaps Kelvin has said what needed to be said!

Saturday, 11 July 2009

Dad Stuff

It's been a strange week, with my father and his situation living constantly in my head. Sure, he's out of hospital now, but in a Care Home in Cardross. There's a finality about the "Care Home" status which I'm finding hard to live with. This will not be his final place of residence, as he still desperately wants back to Glasgow and is on a waiting list for that to happen. The list is long and he's nowhere near the top.

It's the "Care Home" leap, and the finality of it. He'll never again be independent or able to care for himself, and I know that now I have to detach a bit, let him try to settle in his new surroundings, and visit when I can. He can come out with us still for a wee while, but his short term memory is woeful and he needs someone with him if he is to venture outside the big house.

The other residents are mostly in a more advanced state of physical and mental need, and maybe that's why he, himself, is pretty depressed just now. There have been lots of tears and a day when he did nothing but cry.

All sorts of feelings and emotions are snaking through my brain. Could we have done anything else that would have prevented this? Was it the right decision to bring him to Dumbarton in the first place? Every child must have some sort of "guilt" if that's the right word, when a parent is put into an establishment like this?

Dad himself is good at pressing the right buttons and stirring up emotions such as those!

At present I'm working on the Serenity Prayer, God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change!

Online Interview with the Primus of the SEC

Have a look HERE.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Why I'll Never Buy a Mac

Worst Verse in the Bible?

From News Biscuit - Just In...

Retail groups have spoken out today against what they describe as ‘the gradual erosion of our society’s values’ as complacent British consumers fail to keep Sundays special by spending them at the shops. With the rise of internet shopping and many supermarkets providing a 24-hour service, high-streets have seen a worrying drop in Sunday shoppers as people shun the age-old custom of passing the Sunday trading hours in acts of purchase.

‘It’s a sad day when society forgets what the Sabbath is for,’ said Stephen Robertson, Director General of the British Retail Consortium. ‘While many still observe the major festivals and turn out to the shops at Christmas, we’re finding that more and more people are moving away from the traditional Sunday shopping experience. Organised, communal consumerism is what keeps societies strong, but it no longer seems to be relevant to people’s lives, and our economy is weaker for it.‘

Yet despite the general public’s growing indifference, a small band of born-again shoppers are rowing against the tide of deserters. ‘I was never a regular shopper in my youth, if I’m honest,’ said Dave Wilkins, a fervent Sunday shop-goer, ‘but my wife got me back on the straight and narrow. She’s always insisted that Sunday shopping provides a focus to the week and a chance to reflect on what’s important. Each week we spruce ourselves up for a trip to the shops and she gives the kids the usual lecture about how they should be grateful for the opportunities for Sunday trading that she didn’t have as a child.‘

‘It’s just a pleasure to spend Sundays together in large retail complexes,’ agreed Dave‘s wife, Mel. ‘The architecture is awe-inspiring and never fails to remind me that I’m in the presence of omnipotent forces I can only begin to understand. I just love to take myself off to the fitting rooms for some quiet reflection, before putting something in the collection at the tills on the way out. It’s our way of saying thanks. And its so reassuring to see the security guards keeping an eye out for those who’ve lost their way.’

Although the outlook appears bleak for retailers, church leaders are much more positive about the return of religion as a guiding force in people’s lives. Churches have reported a rise in attendance at Sunday evening mass as those unfortunate enough not to live near an all-night Tesco Express pop in on their way back from Ikea to top up on bread and table wine.

Wednesday, 8 July 2009


I've always been taught, through AA and in the dreaded Treatment Centre, that procrastination is a character defect inherent in all who suffer from alcoholism, whether in recovery or not. It's a character defect that bugs me immensely, and I hate myself for leaving things until tomorrow which could be done today. I get by simply by giving myself a kick at times to get myself going, but when the black dog of depression rears its ugly head, my procrastination can become chronic! I know within myself that if I tackle the inbox, or actually "do" what needs done today I may feel much better. However, there's always something to blame for holding me back.

It's not laziness, for I'm not a lazy person. It's just life in general which seems to almost paralyze me.

Perhaps some others have found a trick or two which helps them on their way. I wouldn't mind some suggestions!

School as I Think I Remember it!

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Citizen K

Had a go at the British Citizen Test recently. Basically, an immigrant cannot be given British status unless you attain 75% in the exam. You will find the sort of questions you will be asked HERE

Unfortunately, I only attained 50%. Awaiting the jackboots at my doorstep at 5am very soon.

Sarah Palin

From The Times:

What does it all mean? Palin’s surprise announcement, on Friday, that she is quitting as Governor of Alaska left a load of July 4 dinners in a Marie Celeste state of abandonment as commentators scrambled to explain her move.

The first scenario ventured goes something like this. It’s part of the bigger plan and somehow masks a greater, iron-clad will to bypass the local politics of governorship and head straight for the 2012 presidential elections.

This interpretation sees Palin conjuring a giant smokescreen to disguise her plan for world domination, possibly while stroking a pristine, white Siamese cat.

Monday, 6 July 2009

James Bond found on Facebook

Following revelations that the next head of MI6 was found to have a Facebook page, secret agent James Bond has also been found to be an active user of the site.

Concerns have been raised that foreign counter-espionage teams could discover that 007 got 95% correct on ‘Guess That 80s Band’ and chose Lady Gaga, international megalomaniacs, the colour pink, Dizzee Rascal and Piers Brosnan as his ‘5 Things I’d Like to See Disappear Forever!’.

He was also revealed as being a member of a number of Facebook groups including ‘Ant & Dec for PM’ and ‘Bring back Bagpuss’.

David Miliband has joined calls for Bond to be sacked, saying ‘His page shows that he clearly lacks judgment, not to mention taste. And only 95% on 80s bands? Come on…’

A Fond Farewell

We said "Bye Bye" to Aman De Sondy yesterday in St Aug's. A Muslim academic from the University of Glasgow, with a Doctorate under his belt, is moving to the States after securing a University post on the other side of the pond. Aman has been a more faithful worshipper at St Aug's in recent years than some folk on my parish roll, and we'll miss him being around.

A Glaswegian, of Pakistani descent, Aman will take many gifts with him, including a profoundly deep spirituality which will be missed by many here.

God be with you Aman!

Old Age

I'm becoming increasingly alarmed by the number of people who are telling me how much I look like my father. He's 84 for goodness sake! Surely I'm not turning into an old man just yet? In saying this, we were looking through some old pictures as we begin to clear out his flat. One in particular of daddio some years back made me sit up! It was me!

Sunday, 5 July 2009


Having had a fair bit of experience of schooling in the Third World, my first reaction to this was, "Eh????"! As a Mr McEnroe once said, "You cannot be serious!"

My second reaction was to despair! We'll be sending them M&S Vouchers for Christmas next!

Friday, 3 July 2009


Was going through some old pics as I re-organise the computer and I'd forgotten about this! It was taken on a visit to the Nou Camp in Barcelona, where the visitors are allowed in to see the "away team" dressing rooms. Just the same as the Home Dressing Room, except........ (click on the pic to read the tale)


Photos, at last, from St Aug's Murder Mystery Night can be seen HERE.

Ethical Investments- Every Little Helps

From Ekklesia:

Britain’s largest retailer Tesco will today come under fire over 7p an hour garment workers in Bangladesh as shareholders prepare to hail the company’s record £3 billion profits at its annual meeting.

The Church of England is a major shareholder with an investment of £27.5 million in the company, according to the last annual report of the Church Commissioners.

The news comes as the third uncomfortable revelation for the Church in four days.

Yesterday, the Guardian newspaper revealed that Exxon Mobil, in which the Church of England has a shareholding valued at £17.2 million, is continuing to fund lobby groups which question the reality of global warming, despite a public pledge to cut support for such climate change denial. On Tuesday, campaigners announced that the Royal Bank of Scotland (RBS) would be the subject of a legal action after it was was linked to climate change and human rights violations. The Church has a £8.4 million stake in RBS.

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Extreme Martial Arts: Eating Molten Lead


Well we did the dirty deed yesterday and at least semi-moved dad into his new home. Then after a brief visit two hours later, left him to get on with it and settle in. It seems strange today that Linda and I don't have to jiggle things around to ensure hospital visiting times are covered.

It's a sad feeling to realise that "it's come to this", but he just is unable to look after himself, and there's no option. A wee tear is an option, and a heavy heart is a realistic response.

The owner of the home is an ex- St Aug's member, now living in Florida, and the staff are just smashing. We left him with his pipe, what a joy for him, and the prospect of a wee dram before his dinner and another before his bedtime! Let's hope the honeymoon works out!

Found Elsewhere....

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Answer to Prayer

I was reluctant to blog the good news until I was certain that Social Work wouldn't pull out at the last minute. Dad has been given a lovely room in Bloomhill Care Home in Cardross, with en suite toilet and a gorgeous view of the River Clyde. He can shoot at ships from his window! (Don't joke Kenny!) He'll have his own TV and if he wants to isolate that's an option. He'll get a dram every night, and a puff of his pipe when he needs it!

It's the end of a long hospital saga, and I know we are extremely lucky to still have him. Blog prayers are powerful things!

How happy he'll be, I know not. Certainly most of the residents are in an advanced state of dementia, but if they treat him as someone who can help out, rather than "as a patient in need of great care", it may well work out.

He moves in tomorrow, Thursday, so we'll need lots of prayers that he'll settle! The blogosphere won't let me down, I know!

The End of a Perfick Day!