When austerity forced
itself upon me one of the economies I made was at brekkie time; cheap
jam. However cheap jam only comes in one flavour - strawberry. For a
change I splashed out in the supermarket yesterday and this morning I
had blackcurrant jam. A rather trivial thing to repoort, but as I've
got older I've become a creature of habit. It felt wrong. It was the
wrong colour, and the wrong taste. Even my dog had an odd expression
about the stuff as he scrounged the crusts off of my toast.
We theen had our morning
walk round the park. When we go early we seem to meet two elderly men
who insust on feeding every dog they meet with... well, I don't know
what it is they are feeding to the dogs. I've asked them several
times not to do so. I got rather angry with them about the matter
this morning. It's very difficult to get a dog to go with you when
some interfering busybody is teaching him to to sit for a treat.
I then went to cast my
vote for democracy. I say "democracy"; how can the
process work when an intelligent reasoned person who has carefully
considered all the options only has as much say as a scratter who's
voting to send them all back on the next banana boat on the promise
of more dole money? I encountered one such shrieking harridan who was
screaming that she had the wrong ballot paper. She didn't want to
vote for any of the "w*nk*rs" who were standing
locally; she wanted to vote for Nigel Farage personally.
I then drove down to
Folkestone. After half an hour wasted trying to find somewhere to
park I spent another half an hour playing with my grand-son. I can
tell he's growing up because for the first time ever he didn't fart
on me.
I then drove on to work.
As I drove Radio Four was having its Women's Hour. Today's show
featured some rather tired-sounding hippies. I wish it hadn't.
Work kept me out of
mischief for much of the day; lunchtime saxing went well, but being
on the late shift meant I missed out on my sax lesson today. I should
really have gone to an astro club committee after work, but I was a
little late getting out, and I could see little point in arriving ten
minutes before the end so I came home.
And finally... by now the
polling stations have closed. I'm hoping my loyal readers all
excercised their democratic franchise. I'm hoping you all made the
right choice.
And here's my prediction
for the long-term outcome... My vote was worth diddly-squat. No party
will get an overall majority. The Scottish Nationalist Party will
opportunistically bolster either the Labour or Conservative parties
in some form of coalition; the price being no end of wonderful deals
for Scotland and another independence referendum six months before
the end of the Parliament.
Having milked the rest of
the UK for five years the SNP will be riding high in popularity in
Scotland and the Scots will vote for independence in late 2019...
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