Brexit meant so much to me this day that I ignored it completely till now. While thousands marched peacefully through London in a proper protest MP's were to debate Boris's absurd new deal with the EU. Of course this deal is a sham, Boris wishes either to leave with 'No Deal' as his paymasters wish, or not leave at all as his sense dictates. The word 'sense' in this must not be misconstrued!
The banners flew, the placards, often absurd, none made by the 'Socialist Workers Party' who make placards for so many demonstrations, and EU flags were flown revealing the depth of determination to seek a second Referendum.
Parliament ignored them.
Instead the MP's voted by 322 to 306 forcing Boris to ask for a 'Brexit delay.' His answer is to ignore this and come back again on Monday to seek a vote on his 'Deal' Bill. Hopefully it will become a 'Dear Bill' instead.
I shook myself awake and ventured out and about around eleven. There was a need to investigate mobile phones and boots. My phone died, I think 'Virgin' clammed up on it as at 'Pay-as-you-go' I hardly used it and they probably thought I was dead. I had only used it once in 2 years. However they are handy for emergencies, which I have never met, and I wondered if I required one that gave me more, cheaply, just in case. Naturally I have no idea about such things. Does the internet come with the package? Is it separate? How much does it cost? Simm? Anyway on the way round I ventured into Tesco to look at the shelf of phones on display. Naturally there were none! Instead all was kids Christmas presents, row after row! So I made my way to Tesco's boots and searched the styles and prices, both were repugnant to me!
I came home.
Yesterday I cleaned out some stuff from under the bed. The boxes full of cash appear not to be there which I thought unfortunate. There was several pairs of old boots, all with holes in the soles, one of which had disintegrated while lying there covered in dust. These filled a black rubbish bag and left the building. That is why new boots are required. I hate buying shoes, no matter where you look there is not something you wish for and then they do not have them in your size and then the size is not as stated! Shoe sizes in Bangladesh or Romania are not the same as in Nottingham it appears. The rain may return before I am successful.
On my return I found the second new neighbour attempting to fill the flat with household items. I say he was doing it but the impression I got was that Dad was doing the hard bits. I made my salute and hid while they banged and thumped their way up and down stairs. New neighbours are always a problem. The new ones downstairs have been quiet so far, they appear to be early 20's and work from home, drug smuggling I suspect, and the couple next door appear young, possibly too young to be next to me! My quiet peaceful existence may be in doubt. However I have met them all, parents today being normal and offering decency, probably they have got rid of the brats! We shall see how they go. However I reckon it takes them about £67 each a week to pay for this, I hope they both have good jobs.
4 comments:
On the question of shoes try finding size 47 in Costa Rica! And with velcro fastenings, not laces...
That march went off quite well...they kept moving for the most part and no one glued themselves to Boris.
Fly, He has sent the letter, unsigned, as if from Parliament! He is PM.
I think he is obliged to ask for a Brexit extension, requesting the EU that we be allowed NOT to leave on 31 October. If only I believed his promises! I think he said he would rather be dead in a ditch, not that he strikes me as the suicidal type.
Jenny, Yes he has sent the letter, unsigned, as if from Parliament, he is the Prime Minister! Nothing is honest with him.
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