I thought I’d slept well, but was wide awake before four
o’clock. I lay there for an hour before getting up and watching an episode of “Orange
is the New Black” and then sparking up my lap-top to see what was going on
in the world.
There was upset on one of the local Facebook groups this
morning as it was clamed that the new
Kent County Council has cancelled a third of its meetings as the new councilors
are still having induction training. You’d think that being told what the job
involved would be something that would be covered in the first week, wouldn’t
you? The new council has been in place for nearly two months; how long does
this lot need to learn the job?
It was suggested that part of the delay about actually
doing anything was that councilors were still waiting for enhanced criminal
record (DBS) checks to be done. You’d think that individuals
standing for public office would have all this stuff sorted before the election
rather than finding out that they aren’t suitable for public office some two
months later, wouldn’t you. And there was talk about the new cabinet member
that the council has appointed to make efficiencies at Kent County Council.
Apparently whoever it is can claim thirty seven thousand quid more than the usual allowances. Nice work
if you can get it, eh?.
It has to be said that our new Reform UK county council
isn’t getting off to a good start, is it? I’ve been criticizing our new MP about
here quite a bit as well. I expect they will all be out on their arses at the
next election… all it would take would be for someone else to promise the moon
on a stick to a gullible electorate.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line so I munzed, set
the dishwasher going and got ready for work.
I went to the co-op to get a sandwich. Oh, my idiot
magnet was at full power today. I couldn't get anywhere near the fridges as
some epically fat woman was standing in everyone's way, holding the fridge door
open and squeezing everything inside that she could get hold of. I managed to
snatch a chicken sandwich before she crushed it; she was clearly not pleased
about that. And as I walked off so I crashed into some idiot with one of those
surgical face masks that was tucked under his nose. The chap actually took it
off when he came to pay so he could have a conversation with the woman on the
till. What was that all about?
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the
radio were interviewing Wes Streeting, the Secretary of State for
Health and Social Care. They were talking about the government's planned reforms to the welfare payments. I say "reforms"...
The Labour party has a problem that it is very clear about what it stands for
all the time it isn't in a position to actually do anything about what it
stands for. Now that it is in a position to stand up for those who need
help, it would rather not. It's happened before and I expect it will happen
again.
Needless to say, our local MP is toeing the party line.
And there was talk about the results of America's
strike on Iran's
nuclear facility last weekend
Trump says he's put the tin lid on the Iranians; the
Iranians say he just damaged the front door. Both were shouting "fake
news" at each other.
I got to work; I treated myself to a cheese scone and
got on with the day. Yesterday had been a tad dull; today we had a Red Alert. I
suppose that (without wishing to appear cynical) that's what blood bank
work is like - hours of tedium interspersed with moments of
stark terror. On reflection today probably wasn't the best day to
have a work experience lad about the place.
I came home to sad news. The son of the chap who used to
run our od Boys Brigade had died. I still think of him as the young lieutenant
in our BB sneaking cans of cheap beer to summer camp and sinking them in the
military canal at Ruckinge… he would have been seventy-one in just over a
month. Where have the years gone? I really should organize a get-together of
the old faces before we all go.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good dinner which we washed down with one of our better bottles of plonk.
I’d get more wine from Pieroth if I didn’t have to be rude to the reps to stop
them bothering me. They are a tad pushy…
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