18th October
Have I ever loathed and detested a politician as much as the present PM, and more to the point where does this get you?
As ever, when you are out and about, life goes on. Nobody I meet rattles on about the Westminster bubble or Nippy’s nationalism. If there are any moans it’s about prices. On a weekly basis stuff just seems to cost more.
And more.
And even more.
Latest news today is average energy bills rising to five thousand a year.
Or four thousand.
Or six thousand depending on which channel you switch on to.
The BBC is one hundred years old.
There’s not much life in the local pond. It’s a strange deep green colour at this time of the year and if there is heavy rain it goes a deep brown. I saw someone hauling their dog out of it earlier. He said it was polluted and not safe for animals. The ducks seem to survive okay (admittedly it may not be the same ducks I see each time. There could be hundreds of duck bodies submerged in the slime).
There’s a bench on the footpath dedicated to Jean and Arthur, who spent many a happy our sitting here. I wonder if they realised they were taking in a view of the local equivalent of Chernobyl. Maybe I should superglue my hand to the bench in protest. Probably best not to. I’d die of starvation before anyone discovered me.
Dartford Crossing closed because two environmental protestors scaled one of the towers. Pity they couldn’t just be left up there and ignored.
I had a thought about the two brain dead numskulls that threw tomato soup (other flavours are available) at the Sunflower painting and glued themselves to the frame in the National (well, London) Gallery. They (the authorities) should have left them there for a little while (a week) to let the public view them. I think that would have made a great exhibit. I’d have paid for that.
What about their human rights? I’d have given them a bucket to pee into.
I wonder when I will be invited for my COVID booster.
I wonder how I get the flu jab.
Scottish government seems to have gone amazingly quiet on both fronts.
I eventually gave in and bought Christmas cards from M&S today. It must be depressing on the tills, day in and out since early October, looking at Christmas trees and elves. I would need counselling.
I have a batch of stamps that need used before January 31st.
All of that’s assuming the postal workers don’t just do a full-out strike. The employers have said they will make 6000 redundant by next summer.
I don’t really agree with strikes (I think), but totally agree with the whole round of strikes that are taking place. Especially the nurses. After all they did during COVID, they have been well and truly dumped upon. And that includes care workers and all of those low paid workers who kept the country going.
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