I set off to work with a
heavy heart this morning. It didn't help that I had a slight twinge
in my back - I blame yesterday's session at the driving range for
that. Mind you I expect it was more to do with a twinge of jealousy
about those of my loyal readers who at the same time were on their
way to a kite festival in the Canary Islands. I've sent a little
geocaching trackable with them, but there's no denying that I'd
rather be going with them myself.
Mind you, they have all
arrived safely. Contact has been made. It will be warm in Grand
Canaria. It was cold in Kent this morning. Doubly cold as I appear to
have misplaced my astro club woolly hat. I'm sure it's somewhere
safe, but that is no use when my head is chilly and I need the thing.
I have loads of woolly hats which are all over the place in the
summer, and are all missing in the winter. I wish I knew where they
all went.
As I drove to work this
morning the news was of the American elections. President Obama has
been re-elected. I am sure that on a global scale this is of major
importance, but in my rather insular frame of mind I cannot help but
wonder what difference it will make to me. The radio was broadcasting
his acceptance speech. How can anyone speak for so long without
actually saying anything?
In the national news
there are now calls for a seriously major review of British society
to look into the child protection failures by which the likes of
Jimmy Saville (allegedly) got to have his wicked way with small
children. The chap on the radio was calling for a serious
over-reaching inquiry encompassing everything which ever happened in
the UK over the last thirty years. Whilst a lot happened that was
wrong, a lot happened because that was the society in which we lived
at the time. "Groupies" were a common phenomenon - morally
wrong, but they were a sign of those times. We can learn from the
mistakes of the past, but can we go back and sort them out? Hardly!
If we could I would
seriously like to know how. I have one or two boo-boos of my own I'd
like to go back and put right.
I did learn that it is
currently British Sausage Week.
- part of which is the pledge to give more thought to pork, and the
pork promise. Both of which (I suspect) will turn out to be
disappointments.
More importantly locally
is the fact that the National Trust is buying up a large
stretch of the White Cliffs. The bit they are taking on goes from
the port at Dover round to the South Foreland lighthouse. It's a
stretch of coastline that I walked earlier this year. April 1st as I
recall. No one believed that I actually did see a small whirlwind
that day. I can remember the outing vividly, if only for the fact
that grand-dog Sid was eating horse poo as we went, and the most
recent fruit of my loin went mental when she found out.
I'm hoping that the
National Trust buying up the land will be a good thing. However I
suspect one of the first things they will do will be to close off the
tunnels along that stretch of coastline. Closing them would be a
shame - they should make a feature of them - a tourist attraction
even.
And Clive Dunn died
today. He was ninety-two. I think it fair to say that most people
thought he died years ago.
The mutton chops are now
in shape. However despite many pledges the total actually fundraised
so far leaves a lot to be desired. Please click
here and give whatever you can spare. I read yesterday that most
moustaches don't survive past the second week. I need a good reason
to carry on looking silly (or sillier than usual).
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