Today I finally ordered a new mobile phone to replace my much loved, but now increasingly wobbly, Windows Lumia smartphone.  After three years (all but) of loyal service, my phone is ready to retire, and, as there is no direct replacement, I've taken quite a lot of time to think through what might be a suitable choice.  It's not easy - so many competing factors to consider - which manufacturer, which platform and so on. So in the end, as the cost of an all-in contract with a refurbished phone was only pennies cheaper than a new one, I opted for the new one.  A 'last year's model' (or maybe the year before) but should have a good three years in it.

It's the first time in two decades I've entered a credit agreement, which feels a bit odd... mostly in a good way that I feel confident enough to enter it, and, after all, it is interest free.

I have transferred all the photos from my phone to my laptop, backed up all my contacts and done everything I can to ensure hassle free transfer.  So... all being well... on Monday I will have a shiny new phone all ready to go onwards.  Golly!

(For anyone interested it's an i-phone 7 plus)

This appointment by the Church of Scotland is only one degree of separation away from me!  Dave was my 'Scotland Boss' when I worked in an 'out-source' office, undertaking safety and reliability assessments for what was then BEG(UK)Ltd.  Somewhere I still have the card he snet me when I left to train for ministry 20 years ago.  Dave read the scriptures at my ordination service in 2003, and now, almost 16 years, later he's taking up a role in the big-C Church himself.  That amuses and pleases me.  Hope it goes well for him and for the C of S.

Yesterday afternoon I joined several hundred other people in Glasgow, and several thousand UK-wide to take part in very rapidly organised peaceful protests objecting to the prorouging of parliament.

It was mostly very good-natured, and people of all opinions gathered together to wave banners and strain their ears to try to listen to speakers.

I chose to photograph the banner I've shown above because I think it captured the reason most people were there - not to say they were Leave or Remain (though both were there) and not to say they were Yes or No on Scottish independence (and both were there too) but because they were/are disturbed by events concerning process.

The one speaker I managed to hear said, "It doesn't matter if you are Yes or No, Leave or Remain, we are all on the same side today" and I think that was the feeling of the event.  For sure, like many others I waved an EU flag, and I *may* have sported a certain yellow sticker.  There were saltires and Welsh Dragons, party political statements, witty home made banners, and lots of people just determined 'to be there'. Whatever our views on the EU or the UK or a thousand and one other matters, what united us was deeper and more important - democracy is worth defending and peaceful protest is one way of doing it. 

My Mum (left), aunt and uncle - two English, one Scottish, all half-Jewish. 

In the light of recent news reports and things said by powerful people the world over, I am very much reminded of the words of Pastor Martin Neimoeller ...

First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left
to speak out for me.

It begins by defining someone as 'other', it potentially ends in genocide - which is why today I feel moved to join a political protest.  Whatever our views on the EU or the UK, or anything else, our shared humanity has to come first.  For me, that means today I will join thousands of others to speak out for what we believe to be true.

It's taken a while, and a lot of effort on the part of my little sister to whom the task was entrusted, but yesterday the stone mason provided this photo of the new stone on our parents' grave.  I think she chose well, the colour of the stone and the inscription are just right for my unfussy parents!  Soon the grass will recover around the plinth, and the shine will fade, but the marker, like the memory, will remain.

It's only when I compare the photos that I realise quite how tired the old gravestone had become after almost thrity years in situ...

To be honest, unless I am in that part of the world for other reasons, I almost certainly won't visit the grave again, but it is good to know that it is easy to find for any who do.