I woke feeling profoundly miserable for no reason that
I could fathom. I got up, cracked on and it soon passed.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do
most mornings. Trivia and petty backbiting abounded, but what really boiled my piss was the Reform
UK leader of East Sussex County Council. His bunch have made the decision to
stop giving out free meal vouchers to children. The owner of the Grumpy Cook
Café in Hastings has carried on giving children free food (at his own
expense), but yet again no good deed goes unpunished. Barry Ashley, who
runs the Grumpy Cook café in Hastings, and the local Labour MP Helena Dollimore
have both been told by the Reform UK leader of East Sussex County Council Andy
Woolley that he plans to contact the police about them. He’s got the arse that
they named him in criticism when the council he runs decided to stop dishing
out school holiday meal vouchers. He feels it unfair that he should get stick
for the decisions he and his underlings make.
Meanwhile the head honcho of Reform UK gets a five million quid bung and they are quite
happy about it.
Am I missing something here?
I had an email. A new geocache had gone live on the
way to Maidstone. There seems to be something of a conspiracy in that new
geocaches in the Maidstone area only go live on days when I’m not working
there.
I Munzed, Wordled from “wrong” to “purse”
in five goes, and got ready for our walk.
As we drove to the woods the pundits on the radio were
talking about the state of the country’s water supply and interviewing Feargal
Sharkey about it. It was pointed out that no new reservoirs have been built in
the UK for thirty years. It was also pointed out that new reservoirs cost a lot
of money and don’t have an immediate financial return for investors. There was
talk about why nationalising the water companies would just cost the country a
fortune… Feargal Sharkey said that
ninety-nine per cent of what the water companies are spending this year is
coming from the increased water bills (the implication was that all the
existing money goes to paying dividends to foreign investors) so it’s going
to cost us anyway.
It strikes me there are two obvious things to do.
Desalination plants (like they have elsewhere in the world) and pipes
across the UK. Gas gets pumped the length of the nation; why not water?
We got to the woods and had a good walk. As we walked
I gathered litter. For some time I’ve been noticing the litter on our walk. The
lager can at the half-mile point. The Haribo wrappers at the three quarters of
a mile point. The old helium balloon. The discarded trousers (seriously!)
I got quite a haul of rubbish.
The woods were quite busy today; we met loads of
people.
We came home. I made us a cuppa then nipped to Tesco
to get some odds and sods. I hate supermarkets. Usually I go before work, but
at mid-day (like today) they are heaving with normal people. Not one of
them look where they are going; not one of them has the slightest idea that
there is anyone else in the supermarket. And pretty much every single thing has
been moved from where it was the last time that I called in.
With shopping shopped I then pootled in the garden for
a bit. Sweeping up, puling weeds, generally tidying up. Whilst I’d been
shopping I’d got some Belgian buns. We had them with a cuppa for lunch, then I
effectively wasted the afternoon by alternately read more Kindle and played
Meowdoku.
“er indoors TM” sent
me a WhatsApp. If I phoned a certain number I could enter a prize draw for free
and have a chance to win a million quid. That would be nice, wouldn’t it. So I
entered the prize draw.
It would have been nice to have won, wouldn’t it?
We had a bottle of the three quid plonk with dinner.
As we scoffed and guzzled we watched more “Bake Off: The Professionals”.
I find myself more interested in the presenter rather than the baking. Woof !!!
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