Family

Coming to a Christmas cinema screen near you next year. It is a dream that has been shared by lovers across the centuries – the chance to elope to exotic lands. But few would have been as bold and spontaneous as six-year-old Mika and his five-year-old sweetheart Anna-Bell who, after mulling over their options in secret, packed their suitcases on New Year’s Eve and set off from the German city of Hanover to tie the knot under the heat of the African sun. The children left their homes at dawn while their unwitting parents were apparently sleeping, and took along Mika’s seven-year-old sister, Anna-Lena, as a witness to the wedding.

Winter sunshine.  

Home. Monday afternoon. Oddly calm.

Another mini-break: I’m heading north to visit my sister. I’ve said it before, but it deserves saying again that she’s the person to contact if you need or even just feel like commissioning a painting. As a rather eminent Fund Manager said to me the other day, “Art may well be a safer investment than anything in my portfolio.” And you can look at paintings too…

Looking west up the Ettrick Valley during the second half of Selkirk’s tremendous 6-0 victory against Boroughmuir at Philiphaugh this afternoon. The defending Scottish champions were rightly favoured before kick-off but proved unable to breach the home side’s line. A terrific game of rugby, however, played in great spirit by two committed, courageous sides. Great stuff.  

Turbulent times in the Dreher household: Ramesh Ponnuru, seeing parents in his neighborhood encouraging their kids to be Obamatons, rightly says he doesn’t get people who delight in politicizing their children. Completely agree. For some reason, though, my two boys — ages nine and four — are crazy for Barack Obama, and have been for a long time. They’re put out with their mom and dad for not being for Obama. It has nothing to do with policy, of course; they just think he’s the coolest thing. It’s actually kind of cute, and as young as they are, I’d rather encourage them to be excited about the political process rather

Autumn. Mists and mellow fruitfulness and all that. The River Ettrick, as seen from the bridge at Selkirk.

There would have been more – and better – blogging in these parts recently if I hadn’t been helping to look after my niece, Florence, lately. She was, alas, suffering from abandonment issues as her mother was in London. Even the pastoral delights of the Borderland offered but a temporary reprieve. Still, here she is on her way to feed the two Jacob sheep (Rachel and Leah, obviously) yesterday: All of which is a way of getting round to reminding y’all that you should check out the wee beast’s mother’s website. If you felt like commissioning a painting then you’d a) be smart, b) be rewarded with a fine picture

Ever wondered how common your surname may be? Ever wondered where folk who share your name live? Well, now you can find out! Unsurprisingly, Massies tend to be found in the UK and the dominions. In fact Massie is now a more common name in Canada (46 of us per million names), the USA (41) than the UK (38). Australia (26 per million) and New Zealand (15) come next. In the USA, you’re most likely to find us in Virginia and West Virginia; in Canada its Quebec and Alberta. I’m also intrigued by the wee cluster of Massies around Biarritz in south-western France. By contrast, everyone with my mother’s maiden

Harlan Coben takes to the op-ed pages of The New York Times to recommend parents install spyware on their kids’ computers. Make no mistake: If you put spyware on your computer, you have the ability to log every keystroke your child makes and thus a good portion of his or her private world. That’s what spyware is — at least the parental monitoring kind. You don’t have to be an expert to put it on your computer. You just download the software from a vendor and you will receive reports — weekly, daily, whatever — showing you everything your child is doing on the machine. Scary. But a good idea.