Friday, 21 April 2017
Yes indeed the election is well under way. For the most part I have avoided it but all hours of the day are filled with talk, mostly gibberish, from all sides. Promises abound but not so much as lies do, fingers are pointed over there while ignoring the fingers pointed at themselves, and the great mass of the population take to social media to spout ignorant twaddle, which you are now reading.
We have the local election for County Councillors (which will be won by Tories) and a month later this election (which here will be won by Tories) and then we have no more - until the next time. I wonder how many will vote? The County council one will be poor regarding turnout, however I expect large numbers for the real election which is a shame as the closed minds here will vote for the Tories unthinkingly or indeed the rump of the UKIP lot. How I wish there was more choice around here.
I have spent much time engrossed in transferring stuff between laptops. All relevant things must be placed on this new bright shiny one and the museum stuff left on the aged old one as there is too many links to change. Naturally hours have been wasted going from one to another and back again while forgetting if I was going or coming half the time. So many photos, and this does not have the photo gadget I have on the other laptop, this has ceased according to Microsoft. The new Photo app I am not sure about.
I did however take the opportunity to send emails to many people. There were so many to answer, which is unusual, and all required a little thought, a little thought as you know is something I can manage easily. Much of the morning was wasted in this manner. I cared not and enjoyed myself. The afternoon was a flurry of housework, a flurry not seen for many a day I can tell you.
This hard work is interfering with my book reading. I seem to be getting nowhere with that. The books I am into are just not nearing the end as I plough through them intermittently while doing so many other things (and suffering sloth of course). There really needs to be another day added just so I can sit and read books. Possibly you say it could be me being slow? Well certainly I note how slow I am these days, in fact only the other day I was overtaken by a walking funeral in the main street of this town. I was a bit miffed when the leader asked if I wanted a lift...
I'm slow at getting up, slow at breakfast, slow and wondering what to do, slow at rescuing burnt things from ovens, slow at everything these days. In days of yore I was never fast but at least I could move, run on occasions, and get around town avoiding the crush but now I just slog along slower than old men with zimmer frames. Maybe I ought to borrow one...?