After a very tiring day, I actually had to work again, I sat down to scribble something of great note. However, just as I did this I realised there was football on the TV, or at least on this 'Viaplay' nonsense, an organisation that demands money so you can see your country playing football! England, you will note, can see their team on terrestrial TV, why not Scotland? Anyway, we were not playing, that is tonight, but my tired mind was happy to watch whoever was kicking lumps out of one another. This meant I scribbled nothing.
The walk to Kirk on Sunday, then the shopping early Monday, a desire to lose weight pushed aside by a desire to make oatmeal biscuits, which turned out no bad, wrapping a parcel for the niece, followed by a rather stupid determination to weed the front wore me out. This was harder than I imagined. I ache all over now. Still, the front is cleared, the biscuits are acceptable, the diet is still on as everything else appears to be vegetable today.
Today however, my mind is still tired, I am doing nothing of any importance, and time for connecting to the real world has returned. However, I then look at the real world and wish the football would start.
Last night the house of Commons voted by 354 'Ayes' to 7 'Noes' to accept the recommendation of the House committee to declare that Boris Johnson had lies to the House. 128 Tory MPs voted for the motion, 7 against. The rest ran away and hid from their responsibilities. This included our pretend PM Rishi Sunak. His style of leadership meant he did not appear in the House all day. Surely this is unacceptable. The result means Boris is out on his ear officially now, and the joy remains amongst all decent people everywhere.
Today the right wing press, do we have anything else? ignored the result and splashed a tale of a sunken mini submarine hunting the Titanic. This is a glory trip for those willing to pay £195,000 to be taken 13,000 feet down to view the wreck. However, they have not resurfaced, contact is lost, and we will all be aware that rescue is impossible in such circumstances.
The truth is of course that the right wing press may fear the loss of a Billionaire aboard the craft, but they mostly wish to detract from Boris's defeat last night, anything will do.
Apart from the thunderstorms that have come up from the south, watering the front and encouraging more weeds to sprout, little else appears to be happening. It remains warm and sultry, rather like in the tropics, but without the parrots, snakes and beasties. A few flies and moths at night attracted to the light.
Nothing much else is happening, although some fuss is being made about cricket. But we don't care about that, do we...?
So, it has been 'Allsorts Today,' with little of any use to man nor beast.
At least I did not ruin your teeth...
