Month: December 2014

A Christmas Carol

Bob Cratchit trudged home. For the tenth time he mentally divided the £14.50 by six and worked out how much the family could afford to spend on food until the next payday. His paced picked up as he neared home, thinking of his wife who would be home from work soon. It saddened him that although she was terminally ill, she still had to work because her disability allowance had been cut. But soon she would be home, and the thought cheered him. As he neared his street, he wondered whether his eyes were playing tricks on him Were the streetlights dimmer than in former years? The room was cold. He couldn’t help but think back to previous Christmases when they had had a roaring log fire. But there was no wood now since the sell-off of the National Forests. A tiny tinge of bitterness crept into his thoughts but it was soon dispelled by the wheezy voice of Tiny Tim calling from his sickbed in the corner. “Will we get our bedroom back?” asked …

Dear 2014

Well, here we are, almost at the end of 2014. Here are some of the things that I found on the Web and that clicked with me. This was in my Tumblr stream:     This was in my Twitter stream:     And this was chalked on a doorway near here.     This is what FaceBook said was the central image of my year:

The Library Room – Debenhams

The last time I was in Debenhams here in Edinburgh I saw a sign to the ‘Library Room’. Today, while waiting for Tamara, I went exploring. I hoped the Library Room wouldn’t turn out to be a brand, and it isn’t. The Library Room was formerly the Gladstone Memorial Library of the Scottish Liberal Club. And this is a photo of the bust of Gladstone in the Room that was sculpted by a Mr John Rhind who sculpted it when Gladstone was staying at Dalmeny Park in1885.