I woke in something of a
panic. I'd been having a nightmare in which I was charged with
supervising half a dozen illegal immigrants all of whom were akin to
unruly children and thought that running away was a great joke. It
was with something of a sense of releif that I woke to see it was
5.30am.
Over brekkie I watched
another episode of "Plebs"; I think I'm quite
getting into that show.
I then had a look-see on
line. The morning's haul of emails included one from the power
company. Last year I spent £465.69 on gas and £523.74 on leccie.
Next year they estimate that over the entire year I shall spend
fifteen quid more on leccie and eight quid less on gas. Bearing this
in mind together with how they have operated over the years I expect
they will increase the monthly direct debit by about ten quid.
The radio spewed its
usual blend of drivel as I drove to work; I stopped off at Morrisons
for cake. Being the Queen's birthday today we all brought in cake to
work to celebrate. There are those who say the country can't afford a
Monarchy. Those who say that are wrong. The
most recent figures I can find show that the Queen was given
£37.9 million in 2014-15 to do the Queening which was expected of
her.
In
the same year the revenue from the Royall Estates which was given
to the Treasury totalled £285 million. So the country actually
makes a profit of over two million pounds a year out of having a
Queen.
I'm quite a strong
supporter of Her Majesty. Mind you I have reservations about the next
in line. Prince Charles today was broadcasting reading some
Shakespearian tribute to his mother. Whilst it was probably
amusing and touching *if* you are into Shakespeare, the vast
majority of the population aren't. I for one was wondering what he
was blathering on about.
The public (generally)
love the Queen. I wonder if our future King has the common touch? I
don't think he has.
We had been thinking off
going for a little walk this evening. The Heaths Countryside Corridor
people had organised an evening
of newt-spotting. But by the time we'd got home and walked "Furry
Face TM" my heart wasn't in it.
Instead I munched on a
cheese scone and planned a little geo-excursion for Saturday morning
whilst "er indoors TM" boiled up
some dinner.
I shall scoff that in a
minute...
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