We drove through the fog (and up out of the fog) to
Kings Wood. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the poet Benjamin Zephaniah who had
died. The chap had once been a guest editor on Radio Four and he’d run the show
on that day only presenting good news. The chap was right to do so; I listen to
the news most days and for all that wonderful stuff happens, it rarely gets
The only fly in the ointment was I found myself comparing
today’s trip with one we might do over the summer. Over the winter Orlestone
Woods is a belly-deep swamp so we avoid it. But a trip to Orlestone, a walk,
and the drive back takes just over an hour. Today’s round trip to Kings Wood
was over an hour and a half, not including the time taken wash the mud off and
then clean the bath out.
Democracy - can't beat
The implication is that
health care professionals were negligent in not knowing the first thing about
an unknown disease. It wasn’t that long ago that the public were on the
doorstep clapping the NHS like things possessed. Now the knives are coming out…
Funny old world…
There was reports of an
interview with a top American politician who was calling for Israel to ease back on their
treatment of the Palestinians; the implication being that Israel is conducting
itself in Gaza in such a way that America is fast having to defend the
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Being the
start of the Munzee Clan War there was quite a bit of whinging from the rank
and file Munzers that they hadn’t received Clan War invites… Even though they
had. But isn’t this life in general? There are those who contribute (not
that what I do for the Clan War is particularly arduous) and there are
those who find fault. Amazingly many of those kicking off were the non-premium
people. A “non-premium” Munzer is one who plays the free version of the
game. I personally chose to play the premium version for which there is a
charge of about fifty pence per week. These people begrudge fifty pence and
then complain about what they are getting for free… I decided not to tell them
to wind their necks in.
I opened my Advent Calendar. Today I had a reindeer. Perhaps an
easier thing to add to my little Advent adventure.
With the heavy rain continuing and feeling grotty I settled
down with the dogs and spent the afternoon staring at the telly.
From Dog Club we came
home listening to Steve on the radio. The mystery year was some time in the
late 1970s… and each clue made me think it was earlier and earlier. Eventually
I plumped for 1977 and was right.
I hope I feel a bit better tomorrow; I’m fed up with