6th October
The story of the day is about the lights going out at Christmas, for up to three hours a day. Although it’s a bit of a non story to be honest. It’s only one of three, I think, scenarios that somebody (can’t even be bothered to find out who it was) has come up with. According to ‘the government’, and never sure what that means, Britain is in a great place when it comes to energy supply. Those nasty Europeans might not be, but we are.
I suppose we could always harness the hot air coming out of Westminster.
Truss needs to do a u-turn to survive.
Terrible photos of her at the death-after-life party conference on the front page of The Times. Who chooses these photos. Do they deliberately go for the ones that make her look sub-human? The recent pose seems to be all teeth, open mouth and down the throat. She needs to learn to keep her gob shut.
Angela now has a walking stick. She was out in the garden earlier shuffling round, feeding the birds as usual. Using it to whack the Truss, Johnston and Sturgeon dolls. I’m sure she will live to be a hundred.
There are some rough and ready families in the social housing the Postie tells me, but all very nice.
I walked the dog, in the rain, through the estate.
One of the houses already has the four colourful if unsightly refuse bins sitting in the front garden. I suppose it’s less distance to walk when putting them out. One of the bedroom windows has the Red Hand of Ulster flag hanging out of it. Although in fairness I wouldn’t know what that flag was meant to be. Just guessing. This one had a large red hand on it. Apart from that everything looked fine. No screams. Nobody running around brandishing a knife. Nobody high on weed. Maybe it will be different when the sun is out.
Met Alan and his sausage dog. He complained about the weather. He said his barbecue was rusting. But on a positive note, no more rats in the back garden. He has been putting poison down for the last ten days. ‘There was one of them crawling up the garden on its last legs this morning. I whacked it with a spade and then whacked it over the fence’. I’m not sure if rat cricket will take on. Will he be responsible for wiping out the local crow population if they eat what he is serving up?
War in Ukraine seems to be going well, although the threat of nuclear weapon use on Putins part seems to be rattling on. It’s funny how you become used to Armageddon end-of -the-world news stories. They just become part of the daily news cycle. I don’t see anyone on the estate rushing out to buy iodine, digging fall-out shelters in the back garden or slaughtering their children and elderly relatives to save them from a nuclear future.
Ongoing terrible stories from Thailand about an ex-policeman who killed lots of nursery children, then turned his gun on his family and himself. How do you cope with such events?
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