Our next door neighbour is a builder. He never seems to be short of work. He parks his large black van on the double yellow lines outside the house. When he has parked it round the corner where there are no double yellow lines it has been broken into and his tools have been stolen. Besides, since the double yellow lines have been there outside our houses nobody has seen hide nor hair of a traffic warden, or received a parking ticket. Rarely have we seen a policeman either! So it goes!
I do not know what state the inside of his house is in by now but I reckon it must have been completely remodelled judging by the amount of banging and hammering and especially the drilling which goes on every weekend. Especially the drilling, I say again! Of course, he may have taken up a new profession as a dentist!
Another possible theory is that he is drilling for oil!
Whatever the case, at 10 o’clock (newly clocks turned back time) this morning we could already feel the vibrations!
Last week some time, almost certainly during debate on free school meals extending into holidays, deputy leader of the Labour party, Angela Rayner, referred to a Tory MP as scum. Maybe if she had used a more picturesque term such as scallywag, the sort of thing favoured by our prime minister, nobody would have taken much notice. As it is, I seem to remember she was reminded that such language was unseemly in the House. And now it appears that around 150 Tory MPs have signed a letter protesting that they have been subjected to abuse, presumably on social media although I have seen pictures of Conservative Party offices emblazoned with the word scum. They must be sensitive souls.
Some people think that the abuse might have other causes and that perhaps complaining about it is bit of a dead cat.
“You don’t think voting against feeding hungry children during the school holidays had a little something something to do with the abuse?” tweeted the former children’s laureate Malorie Blackman OBE. “A valiant attempt to shift the blame while simultaneously detracting from the main issue, ie children going to bed hungry night after night.”
So it goes.
Here’s an odd consequence of Wales having closed it’s border. An organisation in Chester had organised a drive-in cinema in the carpark of a football stadium. They have had to refund ticket money to people who had planned to come from across the border. Further problems arose when they realised that the carpark toilets were actually in Wales but they have managed to arrange portaloos. Now I suppose all they have to hope for is a rain-free evening. Watching a film through a rain speckled windscreen won’t be much fun.
We are hoping for a mostly rain-free day today - there is sunshine and some blue in the sky at the moment - so that we can perhaps go on an extended walk later. Not too much later though. The clocks having gone back means that sunset is now officially just before 5.00pm. How did that happen?
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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