"Daddies
Little Angel TM"
arrived shortly after brekkie, and we took both dogs for a walk. For
the last two days the south east has been in the grip of blizzards
and sonw storms. Today was bright sunshine. We had a good walk along
the river to South Willesborough and back through Frog's Island. We
came back past the Shetland ponies; the word was that these small
horses had got loose in the night. They seemed secure in their field,
but there was no denying that there was fresh horse dung on the wrong
side of the fence.
It
would have been good to have walked further, but "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
was suffering. She's picked up a virus, and so we came home for a
warming cuppa. I then spent a little time on the PC. A colleague has
recently obtained some very old photographs of her home village in
Nigeria and I'd offered to scan them into .jpegs for her. She seemed
inordinately grateful when I volunteered a day or so ago. I was only
too happy to help. It was easy enough, and was something I could do.
A
quick sandwich for lunch and after bandying insults with the Rear
Admiral (who had visited) I went to the dentist to get my
chipped tooth fixed. As I walked so a hailstorm struck. It didn' last
long, but it was vicious for the few minutes that it lasted.
My
gob was fixed in less than five minutes and I then spent some time
taking up the legs on a pair of trousers: a job I'd been putting off
for months. I then did some ironing because no day off is complete
without ironing.
And
then I got an email. And my piss boiled just a little bit. Regular
readers of this drivel might recall that over the last couple of
months I'd ranted about how the organisers needed to confirm the
event before people could commit to going. In the meantime many of
the usual attendees made their own plans, and clearly hardly anyone
was going to be along. So I decided to follow suit. With what seemed
to be no apparent commitment from the organisers I set about making
my own entertainment for that weekend. Today, months too late, an
email came through "A decision was reached ... not to fund
the June event at Teston.... after presentation of the costings and
other factors were taken into consideration".
In
retrospect the problem was that two particular people were claiming
to be speaking on behalf of the organisers when in fact they were
not. However the August event is still on the cards, and I've offered
any and all help I can give to the thing.
With
June Teston definitely not going ahead I am thinking that Folkestone
air show might be a good day out.
Meanwhile
we have a new Pope - the Argentinian Francis I. He's seventy-six
years old. At the risk of appearing age-ist, is that a good age at
which to take on such a demanding job? Still, time will tell. It
always does.
I've
been quite interested in the recent papal resignation and the
appointment of the successor. In the past I've been rather noisy
about my agnosticism. Now I'm not quite so sure. I'm (just
possibly) beginning to see the logic in Pascal's
wager...
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