I slept though till six o’clock this morning. I got
up, did what I got up for, and put a load of washing in to scrub. I went back
to bed in the hope that I might get some more kip. I didn’t; I rarely do. Once
I’m awake, generally that’s it.
I eventually got up at eight o’clock. After a shave I
stood on the scales. Last week’s holiday has put half a stone on to me. Oh
well; that’s what holidays do. I hung out the washing, made toast and had a
little look at the Internet as I do most mornings. There was quite a lot of
consternation in the Facebook pages about the Romney Marsh as some
asylum-seekers have been housed in the area. Apparently these asylum seekers
have been bothering local children… Apparently. Everyone’s heard the tales but
no one has actually seen anything; let alone reported it to the police. No end
of hatred and vitriol was being spouted. I originally wrote “racist hatred”
but is it *really* racist? There’s also quite a lot of bad feeling in
the Hastings Facebook pages from those who’ve never lived more than fifty yards
from the house in which they were born. They really don’t like the “DFL”s.
“DFL”s is a term used to describe the people moving into the area who
are “down from London”.
I’m reminded of my days in the cubs (as a cub, not
a leader) when the children there came from two different primary schools.
The leaders tried and tried to get the kids to mix, but we stayed in two
completely separate tribes. We simply wouldn’t even acknowledge the existence
of a child who went to a different school.
So many people have a general animosity against anyone
who hails from somewhere else, which is silly and a great shame. People you
don’t know aren’t actually enemies looking to slit your throats; they are just
friends you haven’t met yet.
I Munzed, Wordled from “slept” to “broil”
in five goes, then took the dogs up to
the woods. We walked one of our longer usual walks, but over the course of five
and a half miles we only saw two other dog walkers. One said hello, the other
looked down his nose at us whilst his poor dog (formally ordered to walk at
heel) watched with a pang of sadness as my three ran riot in the thickets.
I felt sorry for the poor dog; he really was with one of the normal people. Who
else walks in the woods in mid-June in a shirt and tie with waistcoat, jacket
and a coat on?
We got back to the car and came home. We arrived just
as “er
indoors TM” was making a cuppa, so
that saved me a job. I updated my Facebook profile pictures with those piccies
above, then charged into the garden to get the laundry in as it was raining.
And with that draped over the banister I popped over
to the garden centre. Yesterday I’d got some new plants but we had no compost
for potting them. I got some compost… at eight quid for a huge bag or twelve
quid for two huge bags I bought two huge bags. And as I suddenly had loads of
compost and the pots at home were small I got a couple of small troughs too.
I came home where I made myself some toast, and with
that scoffed I got on with the post-holiday ironing. I’d got all the laundry
washed and dried over the weekend, and it only took a couple of hours to get it
ironed. As I ironed I watched more episodes of “The Handmaid’s Tale”.
And with ironing done and telly watched I then tried to get up quietly. But the
dogs which had been so soundly asleep and snoring weren’t going to miss the
possibility of “FEED THE FISH”, so that’s what we did. I then ran round
with the watering can and had a look at that pile of tyres I saved from when I
got new tyres for the car. I’ve got instructions for what I might do with them.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up sausages and chips then went bowling. I watched even more episodes of “The
Handmaid’s Tale”. The republic of Gilead seems to be a scary place, but
with Reform UK councils seemingly repealing a *lot* of the legislation
which stopped the alienation of the LGBT community and there insisting on
prayers at council meetings, is it *that* unlikely that the UK could be
reduced to that sort of religious crackpotism ?
I’m feeling rather worn out. Days off often do that to
me.
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