Wednesday, 2 August 2017
Nothing Happened Again Today.
Trapped indoors by the rain that has fallen continually since late this morning I can tell you truthfully nothing has happened. Wullie the wood pigeon sits on the aerial also enduring the rain and does not look too happy about it. Surely he is old enough to know this is 'summer' and this is how 'summer' is every year. Nothing on the news today as politicians are either on holiday sunning themselves in foreign climes or on 'fact finding trips' at the public's expense. I wonder if any 'fact' they find comes to fruition somewhere in the nation?
Some consider Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh, retiring from his duties worthy of comment. To me the benefit scroungers of the royal family possibly all ought to retire or find themselves something useful to do all day. At least this man, born on a kitchen table to a deaf and dumb mother somewhere in Greece, did at least keep up a good record of the 'public duties' he undertook. He opened events, named railway engines and paraded around factories asking all the right questions and feigning interest as he ought. The fact that he called Chinese folks 'slitty eyed' and questioned Scots workers drinking abilities at work is of course not relevant. He often said what others wished to say and we must respect a man who endured many a 'Variety Command Performance' without once producing a shotgun and ending all of the tat that appeared on stage to the benefit of all of us.
Some women are heard grumbling about the changes to their pension and whine about the struggle they endure. They appear in the paper, they are on TV and radio constantly grumbling that they are losing out. I note none of them grumbled about men working until 65 while women retired at 60! This went on from the early 50's until recently and not one objection was made then, possibly this was neither 'sexist' or did not upset 'equality' not that men ever get any of that.
Searching the cupboards I think I have found something that might help us cope with the kids and mums at the museum. Either make use of it early and smile your way through the day or wait until home and then indulge for a while as the cares and bruises of the day slink away into the past. However after six weeks of this I suspect some folks might become addicted so possibly this is not really a long term answer after all. I might try it later and see if it works.
So the Heart of Midlothian reach another historic moment. The departing Ian Cathro brought a breath of fresh air to the stilted Scots football world, received abuse from jealous failures and in the end failed to get his message across and obtain the results his style deserved. Either he or the players failed, it is difficult to know which. We now await the new man, whoever he is, and hopefully he will be attack minded and capable of leading from the front. We await with trembling nerves.