As I
drove home after a particularly busy night shift, the pundits on the radio were
interviewing Philip Hammond who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Mrs May’s
premiership. The bloke has given Mr Johnson a couple of weeks’ grace before he
decided to stick the knife in. He was banging on this morning about how him and
his cronies are going to block Mr Johnson’s attempts to force a no-deal Brexit
onto the nation.
It
never fails to amaze me just how thick these politicians can be.
Mr
Hammond was a senior figure in the previous administration. He had a *huge*
opportunity to help to secure a Brexit deal. His government worked for two
years to come up with a deal. That deal was then soundly rejected by the UK
Parliament three times. Parliament itself then took some time out to come up
with alternate deals and couldn’t agree on anything. The European Union has
made it crystal clear that there will be no renegotiation of the deal. So it is
plain that the UK is faced with either a no-deal Brexit or no Brexit.
I
must admit I’m rather relieved that Mr Hammond isn’t in government any more. it
is plain he’s got no idea what is going on.
I
came home, said hello to "er indoors TM", collected
the dogs, and drove them down to Orlestone woods for a little walk. We found
another little path today that we hadn’t found before, and spent an hour or so
exploring. As we walked we met a couple of other dogs (and their associated
humans). The encounters passed off reasonably well; Pogo didn’t bark at
them, and Treacle didn’t run in terror. I’ll take that.
We
also found a hippie encampment. I’m not sure if the hippies are allowed to be
camping there on Forestry Commission land, but they didn’t seem to be hurting
anyone. Mind you it does niggle me that I can’t put a film pot under a rock
there as it is a site of special scientific interest but the hippies are
allowed to set up a campsite.
We
left the woods just as the rain started.
Once
home I took myself off to bed for the morning. Over a late brekkie I watched
another episode of “Black Mirror”. For all that the show is following a
format first devised by “The Twilight Zone” and “The Outer Limits”
some seventy years ago, it’s not a bad thing to watch.
My
phone then beeped. An email. The geo-feds have given me the thumbs-up for the
locations I selected yesterday for my latest geo-project. I made a start on
creating the Wherigo cartridge. Just putting in the start and the six geocache
locations took over an hour (by the time I’d fiddled about correcting
co-ordinates to the correct format).
As I
fiddled about the doorbell rang. The nice man from the carpet company had come
to measure us up for a new carpet to go up the stairs. The old one was there
when we moved in (in 1991) and probably needs replacing. The dogs went
mad (as dogs do), but h was only here for ten minutes. He’s going to
send us a quote.
My
laptop then asked if I would like it to update its operating system. Apparently
the old version of Windows won’t be supported for much longer. After two hours
the laptop now has the new version of Windows which seems to be exactly the
same as the old one. Progress, eh?
"er
indoors TM"
is boiling up some scran, I’ve opened a bottle of plonk so’s it can breathe… I
wonder how long it will be before I’m snoring?
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