21st September
The news is back to normal.
Putin has called up army reserves and threatened nuclear destruction (how many more times can you threaten this without actually doing something? One news report suggested he might detonate a tactical nuclear device in the Black Sea ‘just to show he means business’. So killing a ton of fish is going to frighten the West?).
Business with a vengeance for Truss or at least members of her government whilst she is on holiday in the States.
Energy cap announced to stop businesses going bust (at least for the next six months); NHS announcements tomorrow; not a mini budget on Friday.
Popped into the COOP to pick up some bread. No mention of Putin, Truss, Charles or anything else remotely political. People mainly being sociable, saying how nice the weather was (torrential rain tomorrow), and complaining about the fact that they were digging up the High Street again. They have only just finished removing the COVID barriers that widened the pavements.
No sign of Michelangelo’s David.
Angela seems to have undergone a conversion. ‘That poor lassie. I know she’s got a face like a smacked arse, but the news just keeps on and on about her. Just because she is a wumen.’
Angela has discovered her inner feminist.
I’m not sure whether she is talking about Nippie or Chuckie, although when I looked over the fence the Nippie doll had gone. ‘Bloody window cleaner’, she later told me. ‘He said he found the dolls offensive and wouldn’t clean my windows until they were gone. I’ve buried Nippie in the garden, next to the prickly rhubarb. SNP bastard.’ I’m sure the window man is a labour supporter, I saw him delivering flyers at the last election.
The dog looks poorly. I can see a vet visit coming on. Might ask him about my sore leg if I can get an appointment for Dusty.
Pigeons back in the garden with vengeance. Rats with wings. Is it legal to shoot them? Is it worth risking the massed force of Police Scotland descending on my house (two men and their speed check camera – seen a couple of times lurking in the bushes at the end of the road to catch speeding drivers who use the road as a rat run to the shopping centre – I’m surprised no one has phoned the police to alert them of two strange men lurking in bushes – that sounds more of a threat than women with horses)?
As if.
I shall sleep sound tonight. Trussy is taking an overnight plane back to the UK after her performance at the UN. She met President Biden. Strange photograph. She looked scared half to death whilst he looked chilled (and not asleep as Washington Post readers seemed to suggest).
Busy day at work.
Awake at 2am for some reason, so got up, made tea and toast. Looking out kitchen window I’m sure there are two figures lurking in the bushes. What was in that tea ?
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