Last night I made a start on painting my new garden
ornaments. Finding myself awake earlier than I might have been this morning I
cracked on and got the Rupert statue painted. He looked a bit boss-eyed if you
look closely… and rather scary too. I shall stick that statue somewhere in the
garden where people won’t look that closely.
I made toast and had my usual rummage round the Internet.
It was still there. Not much was happening on social media, but there was a
post on the “Blood Bank Professionals” group. I follow several
work-related groups on Facebook; partly out of a desire to learn something, and
partly out of a sense of utter amazement at what goes on in America. In the UK
we have strict national standards to which we must adhere, and everyone does
just that. In the USA there’s either no standards at all, or if there are they
are treated as guidelines that you might wish to follow if you could be
bothered. Time and again people are posting “what would you do if…” to
Facebook and then describe a scenario for which I’ve had written instructions
for as long as I can remember.
Bear this in mind when you want to vote for someone who
advocates an American-style form of healthcare in which your treatment is that
advocated by the first person to post to a random Facebook group.
I had an email too. Some time ago (16th
January) I wrote to my county councilor and my MP about the flooding at the
underpass by Asda. Both replied promising to look into the matter. Overnight
the MP replied. He’d been on to the county
council and been told that “it is not viable to provide remedy of
flooding at this location. Even if the wall was extended, the area forms a low
point so rainwater and surface water from higher ground would continue to
collect with no means of escape. The council has no control of the source of
flooding in this instance so there will be some instances where the route will
unfortunately be unavailable for use until the river levels recede”. The
obvious answer would be to find the source of the flooding and consequently who
does have control of it but, as I replied to my MP, he’s actually taken time to
look into the issue.
I suppose that if nothing else I now have the name of
someone at Kent County Council who knows something about the matter. I’ll get
onto him and ask him what is the actual source of the flooding.
Bearing in mind my county councilor is up for re-election
I’d have thought he might have taken the time to reply. Having said that, my MP
has paid staff to reply for him. Do county councilors have paid staff to do
their bidding?
I also had an email telling me about a geo-event in Viccie
park later in the month, and I saw that someone had found that geocache I
didn’t find on Monday.
I tried to Munz, but the Munzee website was poggered. So
instead I Wordled. Starting with “plate” I worked through “dream”
to get “shear” on the third go.
I put a load of washing in to scrub then took the dogs to
the woods where we had a rather uneventful walk right up till when we got back
to the car park where we met two women who had at least ten dogs between them.
They recognized me, and commented how I never wanted Fudge and now I’ve got three
dogs. I wonder who they were.
We came home. I made a cuppa then cracked on in the garden.
I hung out the washing, mowed the lawn, cleaned both pond filters, topped up
the water filters, got out the garden table and then feeling that I needed a
rest spent the afternoon painting gnomes. Those things are surprisingly heavy,
and I felt my back twinging as I moved them about. Painting four gnomes took over
four hours, but it kept me out of mischief.
My dad used to make garden gnomes. His were really good,
but people kept stealing them. I wonder if I might make some – but by the time
I’ve got moulds and mixed the cement it’s a lot of farting about. Especially
when Whelans are knocking them out for a fiver.
“er indoors TM” boiled up bangers
and mash which we scoffed whilst watching that new thing
on UK Gold featuring Martin Clunes and Neil Morrissey on a little holiday going
round France. It was claimed that Neil Morrissey now lives there. His page on Wikipedia doesn’t
mention it.
My face is glowing – I think I caught the sun today. And my
back hurts again.
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