How sad to see the tree surgeons in the park again today. The powers that be have been around checking the state of the trees that have dwelt here for over a hundred and what years. The report was not good. Several have become diseased and have to be removed. Sadly these are amongst the best of the trees. Whoever planned the gardens in the eighteen somethings really have a good eye for the future. The trees he planted have survived the family, the school that later occupied the building, two wars, droughts and have now succumbed to disease. Nothing to do but stand clear as the chap way up top drops the branches to the ground and await the new saplings that hopefully will be planted to replace the fallen.
Yes the debate continues as we speak, although the outcome has been predetermined by arrangement between the leading men. The arguments have been put forward on all sides, the members who wish the leaders of their party to notice them ensuring they say exactly what the leaders wish them to say, the 'mavericks,' making sure the leaders on all sides hear their point of view also. It matters not. The decision to bomb to Assad to stop him using his chemical weapons (a phrase used repeatedly by Cameron et al to ensure you heard) has already been taken long, long ago of course. The plans are laid, RAF jets have moved to Cyprus, once again doing the hard work F16's can't manage, and concern for the 250 or so dead in the recent outrage fills the governing classes. As people in Damascus point out "did they not care for the 100,000 already dead then?"
Two links worth reading, from one of the UK's better journalists.
Troubled days. Not only are we heading for a long Iraq 2 but the trees in the park are failing. On top of this I see people known to me via the media all my life dying off, Cliff Morgan the Welsh sportsman died the other day, aged 83. The shortness of life suddenly clings and I have not done what I wish I had done. So many things to change for the better, so many things wrong. I happened to look at a nearby town on Google Maps the other day and found myself on the road at the edge of town. The fields spread away into the distance and the view from the neat rows of bungalows would be most enjoyable, had they not all placed net curtains at them! What do they do this for? It struck me most of these were retired folks and I realised many of them were just waiting to die, slowly and possibly alone, but many with no purpose any more. It all seemed so sad as it doesn't have to be like that! No doubt many are happy enough and Syria does not bother them much. It will when Cameron taxes their pension to pay for the Tornados and Typhoons he is sending to Syria.
Still, there is yet another football match, tucked away of ITV4 tonight, and having that in the background keeps life ticking over.
This strange looking (eastern europe maybe) car was in the car park today. No idea what is was and he appears to be having trouble winding up the rubber band. I thought at first it was a 'trabant,' but those tough little cars were modelled on old Fiats. This is a new one on me, but as noisy, though less smokey, than any Trabant I have come across. I would have spoken to him but he might have wanted a push, so I went for breakfast instead.