6 May 2023 (Saturday) - The Coronation

Yesterday I bought some honey whist in Tesco. This morning I spent an age trying to find where “er indoors TM” had hidden it. Once I finally found the stuff I stuck some on toast and smiled at the Internet. Quite a few people were posting all sorts of pro-royalist stuff about the coronation… including one chap who until very recently had been a very vocal republican until he met his new royalist girlfriend.
I saw my latest Wherigo project had got the thumbs-up from the geo-Feds; that’s over a hundred geocaches that I’ve now got up in Kings Wood.
The dogs came down and I took them onto the garden where we fed the fish. “Feeding The Fish” has become something of a ritual in which the dogs get quite a bit of the fish food themselves. Perhaps too much for Bailey perhaps as she did seem somewhat “egg-bound” this morning.
As we fed the fish I couldn’t help but admire the pond which is now crystal clear. Yesterday evening the latest “new next door” remarked on how the pond looks good now it has fish in it. Some of those fish have been there over ten years, but with the state of the water recently you couldn’t see them if they were more than a few inches deep.
 
Being Saturday we set off to Dog Club. As we turned into the Repton estate so the dogs started squealing in excitement; they’ve come to love it. We had a good Dog Club today. Morgan and Bailey chased and played with the other dogs. Treacle is slowly becoming more accepting of other dogs, and only had a couple of minor spats at the very beginning of the session.
We put leads on and made a move as the bigger dogs arrived; even though the smaller two would quite happily stay and play with the bigger dogs.
 
We came home, settled the pups and popped out to Bybrook Barn garden centre. On February 1st I mentioned that my cordyline was poggered. Having researched poggered cordylines I found that if you chop off the top then the thing grows a new top and sorts itself out. So several weeks ago I chopped the top off… It hasn’t recovered.
We went to the garden centre to get a new one. We got another bush thingy as well, and whilst we were at it, we got a couple of very small sturgeons for the pond, and a walnut and coffee cake too.
 
Once home again we released the little sturgeons into the pond. They are rather sweet, but you really have to look closely to see them.
We then put the kettle on, had coffee and cake, and watched the coronation. I wanted to watch it as a coronation is for me (probably) a twice in a lifetime event and I wouldn’t want to have missed it. We sat down and were rather captivated with the pomp and ceremonies, but after a while it started to drag. One choral howling was much the same as another to my uneducated ear, and there was far too much “ooooh God, oh you are so big” for my liking.  
At the end of it all I watched the King’s carriage pull in to Buckingham Palace with something of a sense of relief. I expect I’m in the minority again but the whole coronation could have been rather better if it was shorter, snappier, with a lot less religion and far more involvement of the general public.
 
Despite the drizzle I went into the garden and mowed the lawn. Perhaps I shouldn’t have mowed it when wet, but with only one dry day forecast in the next week (and me working on that day) I couldn’t leave it much longer. I then pruned the tree that hangs over the back of the garden. It needed pruning. Every summer the tree drops over-ripe plums that attract wasps. They grow too high to harvest, the birds don’t have them, they smell, and end up swarming with wasps. This year I’m being pro-active. And with the tree pruned I then sawed up the branches so they would go into the green waste bin. It took about a minute to cut down the two problematical branches, and about an hour to cut them into bits small enough for the compost bin.
I really wanted to pot the new cordyline but the drizzle was getting heavier and I was starting to ache. That will keep.
 
And then we had a rather traumatic evening as “Darcie Waa Waa TM” came for a sleepover. If only she would stop snogging the dogs…

5 May 2023 (Friday) - Little Bit of Politics (Sorry!)

I woke a tad earlier than I might have done, but got up anyway, made toast and watched an episode of “Shameless” which was rather good.
Rather than messing about on-line though, I set off for work. As I drove there was a lot of talk about yesterday’s local elections on the radio. The consensus of pretty much everyone interviewed was that elections are rarely won on the promises of the wannabe candidates, they are lost by the more obvious failings of the incumbents… regardless of whatever successes they might have had. It was generally agreed that tomorrow’s coronation has come as something of a godsend for the Conservatives as it is taking the public’s attention off of their frankly disastrous results.
There was an interesting snippet from the chairman of the electoral commission who was talking about how people were turned away from polling stations yesterday because they didn’t have the required identification. The chap is apparently organizing a formal review into the matter and will deliver his report in September. I wish I had to work to such lax deadlines.
I can’t help but feel that not allowing people with the correct papers to vote is a good move. There has been no secret at all about the need to have identification to vote; the information has been publicly available for months. If anyone is so out of touch that thus came as news to them, how can they be in any way informed enough on current affairs to cast a vote?
 
I stopped off in the Tesco at Pembury to get some odds and sods. I ranted about the place the other day, but I do like going in there. The attitude of the staff there has to be seen to be believed; they *really* don’t give a shit. A classic example of this was when my Tesco Clubcard failed to work this morning. The woman behind the till offered to put it in her bin for me, rather than do anything to help.
 
Eventually equipped with shopping I went on to work and had something of a dull day.
There was a minor episode as I drove home. As I drove past the Pig and Sty in Bethersden so there was a small dog running loose in the road. I couldn’t leave the pup so I stopped and rounded him up. The dog was sitting outside a rather impressive gate behind which I could hear voices, so I shouted at them, and eventually some chap came out and seemed rather shocked that his dog was loose.
 
I came home to an empty house; “er indoors TM” had taken the dogs to the park. I spent a few minutes correcting the mistakes I’d made yesterday on the Wherigo I’d been working on, and then had a look at the results of yesterday’s local election. Had I actually drawn a cock and balls on the ballot paper it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. But the actual result is something of a joke when you actually look at it in detail. The winner (Green candidate) only got twelve more votes than the one who came third.
The proportion of votes locally was:

  • Green; 27.6%
  • Labour 26.8%
  • Conservative 25.6%
  • Independent 19.9%

With a twenty-eight per cent turnout this can hardly be called a resounding victory, for the Greens though can it? To my mind the only loser is the Independent who has only got half the votes she got as a Conservative.
Locally, Ashford’s council is no longer Conservative controlled. That’s not happened for years…


 

4 May 2023 (Thursday) - A Day's Leave

I slept like a log, and in a novel break with tradition was the last one up today. I made toast and had a look at the Internet. There was quite a bit of political talk today what with it being election day. I particularly sniggered at one friend’s left-wing rantings. For many years the chap had been a staunch Conservative supporter. From what I could work out that was because at that time in Ashford, Conservatives were most likely to win. However he eventually set up with a girlfriend who was very anti-Tory and pro-loony-lefties, so now that is his political stance…
 
As I scoffed toast so Treacle came and stared at me. And then started dabbing me. She really was telling me she wanted to go for a walk. So I got organized and drove the dogs up to Kings Wood. We parked in the lower car park and had a rather good walk of about four miles putting out the pots for my current Wherigo project.
As we walked I could smell something… Something foul. Treacle was absolutely smothered in fox poo. Whilst I’d been looking elsewhere she’d rubbed the stuff right into her fur. Foul dog.
And then there was a worrying episode. I watched a huge bird of prey fly out of the trees. I could be wrong but I think it was a Red Kite (you don’t see many of those in Kent!). It flew low and close and was obviously circling us. Or (more precisely) circling Bailey. I shouted swear words at it and it flew off. Was it considering having Bailey?
 
We came home, had a *serious* scrub, and I popped up the road to the voting station. Who did you vote for today? I had the choice of four candidates…
The Labour candidate has been the Labour councilor in an adjacent ward having won the last election there. So I found myself wondering why has he changed to a ward that doesn’t have a Labour majority?
The independent candidate was until very recently the town’s Conservative mayor. Leaving aside the question of what the story behind her split with the Conservative party is, over the years I’ve contacted her about a range of issues. There wasn’t a single one she actually did anything about. No matter what I asked her about, it was never anything to do with her. She would refer me to another councilor, or the county council or to absolutely anyone at all except herself.
The Local Conservative candidate runs the grim pub down the road where bare-foot chavs play pool (they really don’t have shoes), and locals have been known to carry their own bar stool down from home rather than use the pub’s furniture. And the chap doesn’t know what a bottle conditioned beer is all about.
The Green candidate was possibly the best of a bad lot, but I had to wonder why she kept her address secret when no other candidate had done so.
Gripped by indecision for some weeks, I felt I had a toss-up between either a reluctant cross for the Greens or just drawing a great big cock & balls on the ballot paper… it’s not as though I haven’t done that before…
As I went off to vote, “er indoors TM” said I wasn’t allowed to draw a great big cock & balls on the ballot paper.
 
As I have said before, it is easy to throw rocks. I should really stand for office myself if I’m going to criticize. But I’ve done public office (to a much smaller extent) a few times before. It really is an example of the two hundred and eighty fifth Rule of Acquisition in action. No good deed ever goes unpunished.
The Snake Club was one huge argument. The kiting got rather (very) nasty. You wouldn’t believe the bile spewed at me during my time on the committee of the Astro club. Being a scout leader was (at best) a very thankless task.
Mind you reading the posts on a friend’s Facebook page I can’t help but wonder if the way we as a society run local councils needs to be re-thought. The chap posting was talking about his local council with which he had a lot of dealings as he was the Town Crier. The fellow claimed that in the last council only two out of fourteen elected councilors served the entire length of time for which they’d been voted in.
It is a rather thankless task.
 
I then sat on the sofa and rather than cracking on with no end of gardening I deliberately took it easy. I spent a few hours putting the final touches to the Crystal Maze Wherigo project then looked at two more Wherigos to which I might give a new lease of life.
 
We then drove down to Folkestone. “er indoors TM” and  “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” had tickets to see Ivo Graham, and I was to supervise “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” and “Darcie Waa Waa TM”. Smallest grandchild slept for much of the evening, and me and “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” watched all sorts of nonsense on You-Tube.
I am reliably informed that by not going to see Iwo Graham I had the better evening…