As I drove home from the
night shift the pundits on the radio were interviewing one of the
leading lights in the "leave the EU" campaign.
I find myself leaning
more and more towards the "stay in the EU" mindset;
in many ways because of the propaganda of the "leave the EU"
bunch. Today's interview was a classic example. The woman interviewed
started off by quoting a figure of how many millions of pounds it
costs Britain to be in the EU. She was immediately challenged and was
told that the actual figure was a fraction of what she had quoted.
This woman didn't deny the corrected figure. She then went on to say
that he NHS was on the point of immenent financial collapse because
of all the money that goes to Europe. She was again immediately
challenged and told that this was not the case, and again accepted
the correction because (again) her facts were demonstrably
wrong. This woman then tried to compare the costs of the NHS and the
EU and was again shown to be miles out with her figures.
Having been publically
shown to be factually incorrect in every aspect of her argument this
woman changed tack entirely and (effectively) said that no
matter how big or small the sums of money were, she'd rather they
were spent on British hospitals than spent on the foreigners in the
EU.
I find it difficult to
give any credence to a bunch that seem to randomly make up the
numbers as they go along, but it is a sad sign of our times that they
will get the votes of the masses by just taking the xenophobia line.
I got home and took
"Furry Face TM" for a little walk.
We didn't go far; just to Newtown and back. Some walks are
uneventful; today's wasn't *that* exciting but we did see one
looney singing along to the strange music in his head, and another
who was having a fist fight with himself at the bus stop.
We didn't walk far.
Somehow I hurt my right hip during the night shift (I have no idea
how), and it was gettng more and more painful. I cut short my
plan to walk up to Hythe Road.
As we walked "Furry
Face TM" found a tennis ball. He didn't
have it when we left home, but shortly after we started walking I saw
he was carrying one. He carried it all the way home. As I scoffed
brekkie so he started ripping the ball to shreds. He seems to llike
destroying tennis balls.
As he shredded the ball I
watched a film. "Hope
and Glory" was the tale of a young boy's experiences
during the war. I quite liked it; I suspect "er indoors TM"
wouldn't have.
I had this idea to go to
bed for a couple of hours; I slept for four. I could have rolled over
and gone back to sleep but had I done that I would not have slept
later, so I got up and put the finishing touches to my current
Wheri-project. It is amazing how much time and effort it takes to
acheive so little with those things.
"er indoors TM"
came home. We had intended to go for a little walk this evening, but
it had been raining all afternoon and the weather showed no sign of
cheering up. So plans for a walk were abandoned.
After a rather good bit
of scoff I was left "home alone" as "er
indoors TM" went to Dover for a card party
(?). I vaguely toyed with the idea of going out on the razzle
but it was still raining and I was still rather tired. So I slobbed
about in front of the telly. I do that too much....
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