Sunday, 1 April 2012

Sunday 1st April - Ask, and it shall be given unto you

Oh Frabjous Day, Calloo Callay!

Only a few hours ago I was wittering on about wanting my own personally selected magazine! It's done! It's created! I've got it!

My first answer to prayer came from Archdruid Eileen (may you have a peaceful and blessed day of rest, free from fools and fooling) who uttered the mysterious and powerful incantation "Google Reader".

I repeated these portentious words to my minister-for-all-things-computational, and zipped off to church. While I was away collecting my palm cross, sharing the peace, and making my contribution to "World Peace" or, "Thy Kingdom Come on Earth", my next answer to prayer was in progress. He-who-knows-all-about-computers was doing his own form of liturgy contributing to "Peace at Home".

The upshot is that he has fathomed the depths of "Google Reader" and installed it on my mobile phone for me. And on his mobile phone for him. And on the computer for us. Actually, the depths are quite shallow; I have been able to paddle through the menus without getting drowned in tech-stuff.

Pride of place in my magazine would go to Archdruid Eileen as a memorial to her prompt response to a fellow-human in distress, but it works in alphabetical order, so she is unfairly relegated to second place. Sorry. I know it's wrong, but bringing fairness and a proper order to the whole world is beyond even his skill.

"Peace at Home" is now a real reality - we sit together, in our separate chairs, reading our separate magazines and occasionally sighing, gasping, or laughing out loud. I'm afraid "Peace on Earth" will not be so easy to solve. This coming week is the annual bitter reminder of the price to be paid for that.


  1. Clearly my mistake was calling the blog "Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley". It should have been called "Archdruid of the BF..." and would have whizzed up to first place...

    1. Yup! I have managed, purely by accident, to reserve first place for myself. Coming first is a novel experience - not managed it very often since spelling tests at school. Sadly, spelling is a skill which becomes less reliable through the passing years, although the removal of the carrot - red stars for good work, and the metaphorical stick - those terrible, terrible black stars for failure, may have had something to do with it. The reduction of skill, that is. I spelling. Spelling? What am I talking about?