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I sit here, the daylight still strong and the sun not yet totally out of sight, well apart from the trees and building s of course, enjoying what is almost warmth at this time of evening. Some might mistake this for summer if they are not careful.
Having worked my way through the dreariness of the papers this morning it was clear there was nothing worth noting. Of course Cameron is hand in hand with Obama in this daft idea of sending weapons to Syrian 'rebels,' he did send our foreign minister William Hague the vague to Washington for instructions the other day, and now we can expect a nation under austerity to join a war. Just think, bin Laden, the Wahabee Sunni Muslim, the man behind Al-Qaeda, was removed understandably by the US president. Now the intention is to back Saudi Arabian and Qatari friends, who are all Sunni Muslim, some members of Qaeda in one form or another, and aid them fighting Shia backed Assad! Brilliant! A no fly zone over Syria is proposed, although Russia (remember them?) and China may well give arms to Assad. Russia by the way has already given anti-aircraft equipment that could end a no-fly zone, but we will not mention this in the UK press. Leadership. it's easy, especially if you have no idea what you are doing! Oh and around 100,000 are dead, but mostly Muslims so that's OK. Oh and by the way, we are still cutting our armed forces to save a few bob!
Nothing else of interest in the world tonight. Another stupid girl ran off with a schoolteacher, and got caught. Prince Phillip refuses to die and give the media something to fill the weekend papers empty space, but they are still hopeful he will 'pop off' on a quiet day. One bad event however is Tennis! Once again this bore has returned to take over the TV. This evening I was happily awaiting 'Eggheads' so I could once again discover how dumb I am to find Andy Murray once again struggling against an unknown at Queens, whatever that is. This meant 'Eggheads was fifteen minutes late! How dare they hold back something important for tennis! I know that in a week or two the whole world will be desperate for Britain's number one to win Wimbledon. As he will fail again I suspect the Scot will be catcalled by the usual types.
I managed to get several things accomplished today, I cleaned and oiled the bike in the hope I will get out on it tomorrow, and then looked for a woman! I had to, the ironing needed done! A huge pile of shirts, most of which have shrunk since I washed them, had to be ironed. Would you believe that the woman in Tesco refused, in a full and frank manner, to do them for me! "Missus," I said, "You are a woman aint you? It's what you are for!"
I canny give the reply, I didn't quite catch it as I was ducking the blunt instrument she flung at me. Some girls are a wee bit touchy I find.
After had done the woman's work, fixed the bike to a tolerable state, watched 'Eggheads' (5/6 for history questions tonight, a big improvement on last time) and chatted to the handyman fixing the floor in the neighbours condominium I felt entitled to sit in the sun before it runs away. This does show the bug is not so bad at the end of this week, probably because the warm air makes life so much better. I did waste time musing on other folks houses, how the rich live. By using Right Move I can shove my nose into the houses my neighbours are trying to flog. How prices suffer. Since I last looked I see some Edinburgh homes have been reduced from well over the £400,000 mark to well under it and still no takers. I did like one down in Newhaven Road, Edinburgh. They only ask £495,000 and my savings account now stands at £2:34 so I may have a chance there, in a year or two.
And now look at this! This woman here reckons its winter where she lives! Bah!
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