The November digest, then. It’s been cold, it’s been wet. Sometimes there’s been sun. As ever it has been busy so a digest is certainly due.
Saturday 2nd November saw Hibs play Celtic in the League Cup semi final at Hampden. Hibs got beat and Paul Heckingbottom was swiftly emptied.
On a happier note, the following day I was away to Doune Castle on a suitably brisk day and then we drove across to Cellardyke for a walk along to Anstruther.
Saturday 9th November was a trip to Perth to watch Hibs beat St. Johnstone. I walked to and from the ground but also had a wee turn along the river before the football.
On Friday 15th November I had a Glasgow day. I went first to Queen’s Park for a good look from the flagpole then headed across the city to Kelvingrove for some art. I did have to put my earplugs in because I had mistimed for when the organ recital was happening.
Saturday 23rd November was wet and dismal and I went to watch Hibs in the first game of the Jack Ross era. It was a decisive 3-1 victory over Motherwell.
The following day I was back in Edinburgh for the Women’s Scottish Cup Final between Glasgow City and Hibs Ladies. The game was at Tynecastle, a place I normally boycott, but the possibility of Hibs lifting a cup in Gorgie was too much to pass up. Plus it was a putting my money where my mouth is thing. In the end Glasgow City won 4-3 and it was a good match.
On Tuesday 26th November Hibs played St. Mirren in Paisley. I actually walked from work, which was strange. I was back in the house by ten past ten. Hibs won.
Friday 29th November saw me doing some Christmas shopping. I managed a trip to IKEA like a proper grown-up.
Saturday 30th November, yesterday, started early with an excellent brunch with some friends followed by a frustrating visit to Easter Road to see Hibs draw with Kilmarnock.
That’s the November digest. Sometimes I share an apposite Scots word here and the most recent one I came out with was ‘randan’, as in ‘the toon wis hoachin’ wi’ folk oot on the randan’. Out on the piss, in other words.
December has now started and this month will be a wind down in a lot of senses. Not in others. There is of course an election in December and there are a few choice words I could find for the various protagonists in that. I do know which direction I intend to go in this time but it is partly because I couldn’t stomach voting for parties which ostensibly share my beliefs but turn out to be charlatans or intent on losing every supporter they have in Scotland. There is also more chance of me going to watch Hearts than voting for Boris Johnson or Nigel Farage. Question everything.
On a nicer note, I finish work on Christmas Eve for 12 days. The blog will feature the annual Best of 2019 on Boxing Day and the Books of 2019 the following Saturday. In the meantime there will be a few more Loose Ends posts and maybe some other musings. We’ll see.
Anyway, the blog will be back on Wednesday with Loose Ends, which is in Paisley. The Saturday Saunter will be here again on Saturday and I don’t have a scooby what will be here next Sunday. Thanks to all commenters, followers and readers, especially those who were very kind about The things I love are not at home, this blog’s 700th post, published on Wednesday. Have a good month.
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