I had a plan to paint the underside of the gnome
platform this morning but I ached too much when I got up. I made toast and had
a look at the Internet instead.
Several people were being rather disparaging about
Angela Rayner. Three days ago the news mentioned that the deputy Prime Minister
was in all sorts of trouble because of irregularities in the stamp duty she did
or didn’t pay when buying or selling a house. A couple of days ago she claimed
she paid the amount that her solicitors advised her. Two days ago her
solicitors claimed they hadn’t advised anything and claimed they were being
scapegoated. And yesterday it would seem she resigned.
To get on in politics you’ve either got to be utterly
squeaky-clean or not give a sh*t about what the public think of you.
But what amazed me most was that (in broad terms)
she’s not really done anything that any other disgraced politician hasn’t, but
the people on my Facebook list who were ripping into her were totally denying
that anyone in their favourite political party had ever done anything wrong in
the history of politics. I’ve always thought that you should make a political
decision on the strength of policies offered, but so many people I know chose a
favourite political party in their youth (at the same time that they chose a
favourite football team) and have stuck with that party through thick and
thin regardless of what the party stands for or their own personal beliefs.
I was reminded of the most left-wing woman I ever met
who always voted Conservative (and even distributed election leaflets for
the Tories), always have a “Vote Conservative” poster up at election
time even though she was constantly spouting what was actually pure Labour
party propaganda. Apparently her father once commented that she was a “True
Blue”, and she supported the party ever since even though she disagreed
with everything they stood for.
And then I sniggered as I checked my emails. I’ve an
alert set up on the geocaches we visited when in Uzbekistan last year; I’m
nosey and I like seeing where people are coming from for their Uzbek holiday.
When you sign up for a geocaching account you get to choose an alias. Someone
had chosen the sobriquet “Shart”.
Morgan came down obviously wanting something. He
didn’t want to go outside, he went back upstairs, then came back to me. Twice.
I followed him upstairs to see that he wanted to jump on the bed, but Treacle
was on the bed guarding it and wouldn’t let him come up. Treacle can be quite
mean to the little ones.
As I was upstairs anyway I got dressed, and once
dressed I went into the garden. Aching or not that gnome platform needed
another coat of paint.
As Treacle glared out of the window growling at every
passer-by, Steve was on the radio. The guess the lyrics competition today was “Well
you’re built like a car”. No? – it was T.
Rex – Get It On (Bang a Gong). No – I’d never
heard of it either. I was only eight at the time…
We drove round to Dog Club where we had a rather good
session. I lost count of the amount of dogs that were along today. All was going
fine until the very end when two new dogs arrived… and then things got “rather
frisky”… there’s not a lot you can do when the urge is on dogs to start
humping each other.
As we drove off we caught the end of Steve’s mystery
year competition on the radio. Yazoo – The Only Way Is Up… I was eight years
out.
We drove up to Challock listening to the Ying Tong Song
on the “Junior Choice” part of the radio show, then went on a rather
good little walk. Back in the day I had a series of geocaches around North Challock.
Last year someone put out a new series up there. It was a good little walk;
only a shame that the caches clearly need a little maintenance. Some were old
and tired, some were quite a bit off of the given co-ordinates.
And with walk walked in a novel break with tradition
we didn’t go to out usual pub in Badlesmere. Instead we tried the Wagon and Horses in Charing.
I’m glad we did. They had some rather good beer and some very good food. We
were at table twenty-five… if you can find a sign with “25” on it and
take a selfie you can log this year’s
locationless geocache. Those things
are rather obscure – this is only the third I’ve ever found.
We were only at the pub for four hours. I slept most
of the way home…
I
took a few photos of our adventure today. It was as well that I painted my
gnome platform this morning; it would have been a tad ambitious this afternoon…
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