What with restless dogs and all the snoring I had a
terrible night. I gave up trying to sleep, made toast and watched half an
episode of “The Witcher”. It’s a good show, but you have to wonder why
they made the episodes an hour and ten minutes long.
I had my usual look at the Internet and saw something that
made me think… Amongst the various Reform UK councilors that have been given
the heave-ho from Reform UK are five members of the Kent and Medway Fire
Authority. And with them being out on their arses means that spending money on
the local fire brigade is rather problematic (i.e. no one can spend anything).
The fire brigade union aren’t at all happy… and I
can’t say that I am either. There’s no denying that our (relatively) new
Labour MP has turned out to be something of a disappointment, and sadly the
bunch that set up because of the public’s disillusionment with the government
haven’t lived up to their promise either.
The trouble with Reform UK is that they are currently
riding on the public’s being (understandably) hacked off with the
current and previous governments. Pretty much everyone advocating for them
on-line is doing so because they are perceived as a change from political
parties who’ve been something of a disappointment in the past. But the current
and previous governments were formed by people in political parties which have
a stated ideology and principles. Reform UK is running on the ticket of “vote
for us; we aren’t as crap as them”, and that only ever works as a political
standpoint if you *aren’t* demonstrably “as crap as them”.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” needed a
lift to Canterbury, so I drove down to her flat and once I’d walked the dogs up
the leas we set off. The roads were rather busy and we were only ten minutes
late getting to where we needed to be. The drive was rather fraught – Pogo has
taken a visceral dislike to umbrellas and there were quite a few being
brandished today.
Bearing in mind the weather forecast said the rain would
stop by mid-morning I’d taken the dogs with the idea that we would come home
via Kings Wood and have a walk with Pogo… Sadly, rather than stopping, the rain
got heavier. We got to Kings Wood and I thought we’d try a walk (as we were driving
past anyway) but after five minutes it was obvious that we were wasting our
time, so we abandoned. Morgan wasn’t happy though. He had to be put on the lead
and dragged back to the car.
Once home I made us both a cuppa, and having had my plans
for the morning washed out I was at a bit of a loose end. My usual fallback
position is to do some CPD, and I did. And also
when at a loose end I look at geo-puzzles. I looked at about a dozen or so
which are probably within an hour’s drive of home… and solved five.
I had a spicy rib flavoured pot noodle for lunch. It was
something of a disappointment both in flavour and in it being over five hundred
calories. And then it was time to collect “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”.
I loaded Pogo into the car, we collected the most recent fruit of my loin, and
drove back to her flat through the dark and through frankly awful rain.
Being Monday, “er indoors TM” went
bowling. I settled in front of the telly and watched a couple of episodes of “The
Witcher” whilst rubbing the irritating beard that I will shave into shape
in a day or so. So many people have beards… I hate the thing. Still, a third of
its time has now passed.
If you want to give a donation to it, here’s the links (again)…
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