4th October
Truss overload.
Party conference in Birmingham and wall to wall coverage.
I see the ‘young Tory’ who rubbished the place has been forced to stand down from whatever position young Tories have in whatever organisations we have never heard of.
Truss interviewed on BBC – again.
Lots of coverage about Jeremy Paxman having Parkinson’s disease after a doctor noticed he was ‘less exuberant’ on University Challenge. There is seemingly something called Parkinson’s Mask, it’s a feature of the disease. Your face lacks emotion. Truss must be suffering from something similar. Her face lacks all emotion, in fact very little that’s human.
The Health Secretary – overweight, smokes a cigar – lectured on how she is going to hold the NHS to account over waiting (weighing in her case) times. So simply saying something solves the problem? That seems to be the Conservative mantra at present. ‘I say therefore it is’. Or ‘ipse dixit’ as you might hear around the village.
Braverman (or rather Braverwoman) played to the masses by saying she wanted to end all migration (I say it therefore it will be).
Amazing watching a political party disintegrate on your TV screen (and would be quite fun were it not so serious).
And obviously the condition of the Tory Party was a hot topic in the queue at the ASDA this morning (nope, your right, it’ not).
Rained off and on all day.
And then rained again.
Weather forecast has rain all week.
I’ve given up on using the recycling bins. The green one (for plastics) stood on the kerbside for a week before it was emptied. Any number of bins lying on their sides in the wind and rubbish blowing everywhere. So I’m now using it as a storage bin and chucking everything into the landfill. Once the blue bin (paper/cardboard) is emptied next week I’m going to use that for storage as well.
I was going to take some photographs of the High Street. Between queuing traffic and lines of bins I thought not. I wonder what affluent areas do with their bins? Where do they store them? Each property has four large bins (handy if you’re a serial killer I suppose, lots of ways to dispose of the body parts). On the High Street they simply sit in front of shops and houses all day long. At least the local youngsters have stopped stealing the blue ones, wheeling them down the burn and setting fire to them. Why set fire to them? Is this the 2022 equivalent of glue sniffing?
‘I gave up reporting it to the police and just ordered a new one from the council’, I was told by Maisie. Eighty years old and she walks her pit bull terrier most days up and down the street. It’s a ferocious looking dog and has the temperament of a lamb (okay, maybe a bloodied lamb with its throat ripped out). Lovely brown eyes.
One Pagers 