Over brekkie I watched the third episode
of “Jamestown” in which the villagers
fought with the local Indians (for no
apparent reason) and in which bosoms heaved (also for no apparent reason). Mind you it made for entertaining
viewing (the bosoms, not so much the
Indians).
With a little time to spare I got my
lap-top going and stared into cyber-space. I had a letter from geocaching HQ
telling me about this summer’s geo-souvenirs. That will be a little project to
keep me out of mischief. I was about to have a look at Facebook when my lap-top
died with a message “Attempted execute of
noexecte memory”. The thing booted up again, and I set McAfee loose on it
in a desperate hope to sort it out.
I set off to work; as I drove my local
MP Damien Green was being interviewed on Radio Four. He was being asked about
all sorts of national security issues, and in true political fashion he managed
to go for nearly fifteen minutes saying a lot without actually saying anything.
I got to work, and had a rather good
day. I get far more of those than I ever used to only a few months ago. I made
good time home, and once home walked the dogs round the road.
When we got back we saw that Shrub’s mum
had called and had left baby-grows for the puppy. The “bucket of shame” hasn’t worked to stop the puppy from worrying her
operation scar; she ate quite a lot of it (the
bucket, not the scar). The idea is that wearing a baby-grow will stop her
chewing her stitches.
I then phoned Scottish Power to
complain. When "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" lived in
Folkestone they supplied the power to her flat. She moved out on 8 December
2015 at which time she settled all outstanding power bills, and (while she was in temporary accommodation)
used our house as a temporary mailing address.
Scottish Power have been mailing her (at our house) three times a week ever
since demanding payments for her old address, even though all the payments have
been made. She’s given up trying to talk to them; the people at their end know
the payments have been made but are unable to sort out their computer to stop
the demanding letters. I’m getting rather sick of the letters and phoned
Scottish Power to ask (tell) them to
stop sending their bills. Their automated system said they would phone me back
in sixteen minutes time.
Half an hour later a most incompetent
chap phoned back. He blathered platitudes but made it clear he would do
nothing. I told him that from here on in his company’s letters would be
returned unopened.
Why do these people always want an
argument?
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good dinner which we devoured (with
a bottle of plonk) whilst watching last Saturday’s “Doctor Who”. Not one of the best episodes of that show.
I think I deserve an early night…
And in closing, tomorrow is the general
election. Here's my take on the choice we as a nation have to make.... (sorry if it offends) Rather than getting
bogged down in a myriad of specific policies, let's take the choice down to
first principles:
- Are you motivated purely by greed and self-interest? - vote Conservative
- Do you despair for the country and feel you need a minority to blame? - vote UKIP
- Do you want a better society for all regardless of the cost? (and there's a LOT of cost) - vote Labour
- Do you want a better society for all but don't want your mate to lose her deposit? (to paraphrase Brian May) - vote Green
- Are you the sort of person who doesn't learn from mistakes? - vote Liberal Democrat.
Realistically the country will be
choosing between Conservative and Labour. There is quite a bit of bad press
circulating about the leaders of both parties. Of the two leading candidates
for the position of Prime Minister one has consistently voted against every
anti-terror measure proposed in Parliament, and the other hamstrung the
Metropolitan Police force when she got rid of twenty thousand police officers when
she was Home Secretary. Neither would seem to be blameless. But I know which
one I would prefer because my conscience and love for other people, far exceeds
my greed for more money.
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