I had a minor issue with my lap-top this morning. When I
booted it up the screen was upside-down. I rebooted it to no avail. But as I
tilted the screen so it went back to how it should be. What was that all about?
I eventually got my morning fix of Facebook. There was
petty bickering on the local Facebook groups about how one should drive round
the tank roundabout. There are a few places in Ashford where the local custom
is to totally disregard the highway code, and that roundabout is one of them.
This roundabout regularly features on local Facebook bickering. Everyone knows
how to drive round it. Everyone is adamant that they are right and everyone
else is wrong. And no two people ever agree on the matter.
And I signed an on-line petition. Apparently MPs are voting
on allowing terminally ill people to have the right to end their suffering. The
vote is in a few week time. You can send your MP a pre-written email on the
matter by clicking here. There are
those who will be against this sort of thing. I suspect those people have never
watched their mother or father laying hopelessly in a hospital bed for weeks
with vital body systems failing from terminal cancer or from irreparable brain
damage from a massive stroke. The fruits of my loin have orders to pull my plug
when (not if) I get like that.
This got me thinking… I had no idea that this vote was
coming up. Apart from odd snippets in the news I have no idea what MPs are
voting for. Democracy, eh? We elect someone or other to go run the country for
five years… and for the most part we have no idea what they are doing. My MP
has got a Facebook page. It’s a
shame he describes himself on it as a “digital creator” but at least he
or one of his staff updates the page regularly. Our local councilor doesn’t
update hers.
And talking of democracy it seems that Donald Trump has done a Grover Cleveland. If there
is anyone who thinks that is a good idea to have a system of selecting
government in which the considered opinion of an educated person is of the same
worth as that of a half-wit who believes the ramblings of an egotistical rich
idiot, could they please explain why.
As we drove to the woods this morning the pundits on the
radio were talking about Donald Trump’s victory. It would seem that across the
world there’s celebrations from Russia, China, North Korea and anyone who might
have meddled in the US election in order to put him in the White House. Everywhere
else is caution and a sense of quietly expecting the worst.
The woods were quiet today. Not quiet as in not a lot of
people about; quiet as in silent. There weren’t any sounds or noises at all. No
birds singling, no trees rustling in the wind. It was rather eerie.
As we walked we saw deer again. And unlike yesterday Morgan
saw them too. He shot off in hot pursuit, but after about ten seconds of being
out of my view he came back again.
And then we had an “episode”.
All three dogs were playing a rough-and-tumble game of
chase and attack. They play it together all the time. A passing dog thought he
might join in, found the game was a tad too rough-and-tumble for his liking,
and ran away in terror with my three hot on his heels. Fortunately the woman
with the dog realized what had happened and didn’t have the arse with us.
We came home. I made a cuppa, then got on with gardening. I
mowed the lawn… then stopped mowing and gathered up all the dog turds. Then
started mowing again and found a load more dog turds. Eventually I got the lawn
mowed, then I went round the front garden with the bionic burner. And then I
cleaned out the pond filter on the little pond. And “er indoors TM” was
right – there is a fourth fish in the little pond. I’ve done a little looking
up on-line. Apparently comets can grow to be three inches long in their first
year – I can only think we’ve had babies.
For some reason I was aching rather a lot, so I sat down
and geo-puzzled. There are several (eight) geo-puzzles on the Romney
Marsh in which you are told the distance and bearing that a geocache is from
the point at which the photograph in the puzzle was taken. All you have to do
is find exactly where the photograph was taken. I’ve been struggling with these
puzzles for some time now, but Gordon was working on these this afternoon as
well, and we spent a couple of hours messaging each other and between us we
came up with the locations of five of them.
And then the nice double-glazing man came. The frame of our
front window has been cracked for years and needs replacing. The nice man
measured up and quoted us a price of about five hundred quid cheaper than I was
expecting him to. His company has good reviews on Google and Checkatrade.
The surveyor comes next week.
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