The weather has well and truly broken today. Yesterday we had a brief interlude when the heavens opened and torrential rain fell but it really was a “brief” interlude and then the sun came out again. Today I woke to rain on the skylight windows and got propjerly rained on when I went out to catch bus. I had to be up early to go the dental clinic in Rochdale which has been sorting out my dental implant.
Coming back I stopped off in Oldham to visit T.K.Max, the store which sells all kinds of expensive branded goods at much reduced prices. Surely they are a proof, if such was needed, that capitalism is strange and crazy. They must still be making a profit, showing that the original prices must have been highly inflated. I was looking for academic year diaries. Now, I am particular, you might even say weirdly obsessive, about diaries. For years now I have sought out diaries made by Moleskin, the company that makes such excellent notebooks. A small Moleskin diary of a suitable size to carry around in my handbag, is usually priced at about £20. Today In picked on up for a fiver!
At the bus stop, as I waited for the bus for the final stage of my journey home, I couldn’t help overhearing two relatively young men (well into their thirties, I hazarded a guess) discussing the relative merits or otherwise of different types of drugs. Their conversation continued at top volume on the bus. By the time they got off, I swear we all know what kind of drugs each preferred, as well as what they had or had not experimented with!
Some people don’t have a volume control!
I got off the bus at our crossroads as usual. When I looked back to see if it was safe to cross the road, I noticed that the bus was still waiting in the lay-by. What was going on? Not long after I arrived home, Phil organised himself to go to Uppermill for a haircut. A few minutes after leaving the house, he phoned to tell me that buses were not going through the village. He’d just watched one turn at the crossroads instead of going straight on. Fortunately that was not the bus he wanted to catch. Someone had told him that it was because of roadworks in the village centre. Quite plausible! So the bus drivers had taken a decision to miss out that bit of their route. Quite sensible! But once again, nobody seems to have thought to put notices out for passengers.
A lack of joined-up thinking!
It seems that Donald Trump is going to pay us a visit. Well, not me and my family, thank heavens. King Charles will have to host him, which is fair because he can afford to feed him expensive stuff. Nigel Farage, meanwhile, is apparently getting cross because the visit comes after Parliament has already begun its summer recess. (How many of the current MPs really need to go and supervise the harvest, I wonder?) he thinks that Parliament should be recalled so that MPS can be subjected to a speech from the visiting POTUS. There’s also some fuss being made about the fact that he’s already been her once in this presidency and there’s no precedent for a president coming twice. It rather sounds as though someone wants to cosy up to this powerful man.
And here’s a Gaza statistic:
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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