It's been a day of women's work!
From the off I was setting the washing machine in motion, then hoovering the floor with a broken Tesco hoover before attempting to clean the layers of putrescence that lay in the bathroom. Just who uses a place in that state I ask?
When I had finished annoying the neighbours with noise, hopefully they were out but with the hoover and the washing machine I could not tell, I then went off to town to visit the 'Savers' shop which my sister informs me is cheapest for cleaning stuff.
There I discovered that indeed in many ways they were cheaper even if the one thing I really needed as opposed to buying because it saves doing so later was not available. I did however get a look from the local gay boy that left me considering pouring a bottle of 49 pence thick bleach down his throat. That look was in no way similar to the one offered by the badly paid not over keen lass at the till. I considered smiling but I thought that might produce a case of hysterics as in her case it was not something she would be familiar with. I produced my bag and she deliberately rang up the small items first, doesn't she realise you always put big things in first? How do these folks get a job? I know how, they accept jobs that pay low wages for a while and go back on the dole while moving from one low paid job to another. If they have any talent they chance of showing it is hard to find and as I know only too well decent jobs are few and hard to find around here. It would not surprise me if this woman has to use one of our two foodbanks. Remember we are a Tory area and our MP is a junior minister on the make yet we have two such places! He does not visit them.
My pitiful lunch was followed by my pitiful falling asleep, from overwork I think, which led on to ironing shirts for the week. It was at this point I phoned the job centre and advertised for a wife.
Just put a card up for me I said but received a somewhat strangulated reply from the feminist at the other end. When I suggested she came round and did my ironing for me, as that is what women were made for. She rang off saying something I didn't quite catch. Still the worst is over, bar the bits forgotten, just don't look at the sink, yet this will have to do as tomorrow is museum day and I am so looking forwards to seeing all the young ladies there and asking if they can spare ten minutes to do a small job for me...
Once again we find ourselves in the dark re what is happening re Brexit. May has called off the vote she would lose, MPs are annoyed, the country fed up with it all and the future still bleak. She returns to the EU to beg for amendments she will not be given all this to save her job. Her party squabbles are more important than the nations health. No change there with Tories.
I have spent some time today irritating Brexiteers on the local MPs facebook page by asking for a sensible comment re Brexit, such as 'Give one positive result.' All I got was insults,nothing regarding an argument to persuade me Brexit will work. The fact is people vote emotionally and the whole vote is based on a fantasy that people by into even if it will not work. Facts are ignored while emotions are roused and all we here is 'It was a democratic vote.' Actually it was far from that as foreign money was involved so it was illegal. Now we sit and wait while the local MP desperately seeks which possible next PM he should keep in with.
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