It’s a tough life
April 26th, 2009
Yawn ...
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Pokemon Easter
April 13th, 2009
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We had discovered that on Easter Sunday there was to be a Pokemon Event in a Game store in Glasgow (none in Edinburgh, sadly). It would be a once in a lifetime opportunity to download a Shaymin, which son has called ‘cute’.
So, we found ourselves waiting on the platform of Wallyford Station, for a train to Edinburgh, whence another train would take us to, supposedly miles better, Glasgow. And if any high heedyins from ScotRail are reading this, I am showering praise on the conductor of the train from North Berwick, who sold us our tickets as we drew into Waverley, and pointing the finger at you, who trumpet your ‘child goes free’ offer on your website, but then don’t allow the offer to be claimed on your ticket machines in unstaffed stations. If we had gone to the ticket office in Waverley station to buy our tickets retrospectively, we wouldn’t have caught our connection to Glasgow.
The Pokemon Event turned out to be a young lady sitting behind a booth. Thankfully, son knew what to do, and acquired two Shaymins, one for himself, and one for a friend. I asked her where I could find an Azure Flute, but she wouldn’t tell me.
Honestly, this is all true …
Good Friday
April 10th, 2009
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My theme for to-day is powerlessness (although since to-day is the day when we remember how the Son of God was put to death, perhaps it should be apparent powerlessness) …
Different surroundings
April 7th, 2009
At work, we’ve moved offices. Typically, the cleaner told us that we were moving before our manager did.
It hasn’t been the easiest of journeys, although we’re still in the same building. We have a new layout – better in some ways – these offices are grouped around a central space, whereas the previous ones were along a corridor. Potentially, we should interact better as a team.
I’m trying to make this a fresh start …
Sunday morning
April 5th, 2009
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Changed days! When I were a lad, I had to go to church. And I remember having to wear a kilt, and walking to church, and being made fun of by the local lads. Nowadays, I daren’t make my son go to church – so many people have said that they were put off church as children – they were forced to attend Sunday School, didn’t like it, and left at the first opportunity.
A new youth worker has started work at our church. I’m hoping that her arrival presages change – an atmosphere better suited to youngsters like my son …