Over brekkie I had a look at Facebook.
There is a group for old boys of the school in Hastings that I used to attend.
I saw a chap who was in the year below me at that school had died yesterday.
There was a lot of crocodile tears from people who’d not clapped eyes on the
chap for over thirty years.
Mind you I found myself looking through
that group; there were a lot of names that I remember from the late 1970s and I
found myself calling up several profiles of people to whom I’ve not given a
thought in years. So many of them have small children now. I couldn’t imagine
having small children at this stage in my life.
Being election day there was a lot of
political stuff on Facebook. In the past I’ve been rather vocal and I’ve been
told that I’ve been intimidating on things political on social media, so this
time I’ve kept (mostly) quiet. Several
people were complaining about there being too much of the stuff; I’d say there
was too much ill-informed rubbish. With so many issues unaddressed by the
masses I still feel the election will be won or lost by the public’s perception
of Jeremy Corbyn; I have not seen or heard a single reason for voting
Conservative that isn’t based on the premise that they aren’t as bad as Mr
Corbyn.
Interestingly "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" has announced there is a lot of merit in the
Green Party. I never had her down as a tree-hugger. Perhaps I need to see what
they are up to?
I put on some old clothes and set about
painting more fence, despite the “help”
of my dogs. At one point I had to pull the baby’s head out of the paint pot. I
don’t think they got any paint on them, but I wouldn’t swear to it.
Whilst I had the old clothes on I got
the lawn mowed, and cut back more of the overgrowth from next door’s jungle
before taking my dogs round the road for a short walk. The puppy pulls like a
train; you really wouldn’t believe she had a total hysterectomy on Monday.
Fudge straggled; in part because of his bad back but mostly because he felt the
need to sniff absolutely every single thing we passed.
Once home I had a cuppa and spent a few
minutes talking about Wherigos (on-line)
to a nice lady. Like most people she’d made the mistake of thinking that the
official app and associated stuff made by the parent company of geocaching was
fit for purpose. Hopefully I managed to give her a few pointers.
I also had a message from "My
Boy TM". Having spent thirty quid buying a new fishing
brolly, his mate is now selling the same thing for a tenner…
I settled the dogs, and set off on a
little pre-work adventure. Firstly to the polling station where I marched in.
It was only when all the pensioners glared at me that I realised I’d been whistling
“The Red Flag”.
I then drove over to B and M bargains
for cut-price fishing bait before setting off to Maidstone. Petrol followed by
chicken McNuggets and fries, and then off to work for a rather busy shift…
I wonder who will win the election…?
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