A Guid New Year Tae Ane An’ A’

Many thanks for all the pleasure your comments have given me over the year and my wish for you all is that the coming year will bring you what you yourself wish for and that your lives are untouched by grief or worry.

Who knows how the year will turn out….

‘For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.’

So carpe diem, gather your rosebuds while you may and lang may your lums reek!

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Christmas is Coming, the Rich are Getting Fat, Quick to Steal a Penny from an Old Man’s Hat.

As the title might indicate, I have not as yet acquired the Christmas spirit….but I hope that it is on its way.

As Leo has been very ill, I’ve been spared the endless stream of ‘Jingle Bells’ and other such abominations as hospitals don’t indulge. However, there are other distractions to while away the hours of waiting for test results – such as the mask ritual.

A new government has come to power with the express aim of breaking the cartels which are breaking the back of the country. While having popular support, every state institution is out to sabotage their efforts, stuffed as these institutions are with the creatures of the cartels.

In the case of the junta running the health ministry a number of high ranking officials jumped ship to international organisations at the change of government while those remaining bunkered down to make change difficult. The new health minister – young and a woman – is pushing ahead and the President has backed her by sacking the entire remaining junta – roughly on the grounds of incomptence and corruption. However, their appointees are still in place and to mark their defiance of the minister, who is not too bothered about mask wearing, masks are imposed in all state hospitals on staff, patients and visitors alike.

Thus, while we were waiting for results of tests, Leo was using an inhaler. Something you can’t do while wearing a mask. An officious nurse bustled over, commanding him to wear one and when I indicated that it would be a physical impossibility, threatened him with being thrown out if he did not comply. Given strength by the inhalation, Leo drew breath and blew her backwards bow legged with his opinion of her intelligence and his suggestions as to where she could put the test results once they arrived. He was exhausted, but it was worth it to see her depart in a huff and even more so when the assembled porters came over to pat him on the shoulder, beaming in delight.

Still, he is home now, though running up to the local hospital daily, and Christmas can begin.

Music has always been part of the celebrations……the traditional hymns and carols and the awful schmalzy stuff alike……whether your tastes run to this….

Or to this…..

Or this.

Then forget the miseryguts with their

And enjoy whatever suits your mood.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and many more to come, with ‘Adeste Fideles’ from Notre Dame de Paris as it was in all its glory.