An enjoyable Carol Service last night. John did things a wee bit different from the normal routine and it worked well. A smattering of the usual Christmas faces appeared, though many of ours found it too late and dark to walk this far.
I particularly enjoyed the kids in front of me, one lass who clearly has been watching 'Sickly Come Dancing' of Saturday nights, attempted to dance through all the songs. Her younger brothers were less enthusiastic re dancing.
But I was knackered.
Today, a grey Monday, I intended to do little. Having made it to Tesco before the crowds I hobbled up the stair and expected a day of leisure. By 10 am I had been down the stairs twice more for the various postmen delivering parcels. Happily, they were all for me! Now I have a small pile in the corner awaiting me. These however, make me feel guilty that I have not spent enough on others, some I cannot reach, and what I have sent out is nowhere good enough for those receiving, at least in my opinion. Still, it's the mealy mouthed Scrooge like thought that counts, innit?
As has become my custom, I gave all the women yesterday a bar of chocolate, one of those more expensive types. None were refused. The men obtained a miniature of whisky, again, none were refused. I got nothing in return but enjoyment at doing this.
Actually, one lass did give me a wee box of something, but only one. Many cards have been going to- and-fro, along with coughs, sneezes and 'coming down with something,' comments. We await developments.
I am left weary and scared to move towards the bed as they deliver at all hours these days. Sunday, just after 4 pm a Royal Mail temp delivered a package for me. What with the roadworks down the way and Amazon drivers habit of calling late there may yet be a ring on the bell tonight. Me, I just want to stretch, and then lay about for a day or so, the little jobs that need done can wait.
I had a Twitter debate last night with a man who considered life was better back in the past. That is, he looked back to the early 50s, a time when you could leave your door open, people did not knife you in the street, and life was generally better all round.
I disagreed.
I too look back to the early days of my young life and consider life was better then. However, we had had a war that killed 52 million or so, nuclear bombs were beginning to become popular, and we had an even larger police force than we do today, so was it better?
Our childhoos was occasionlly bothered by the 'Penny Gang,' a group of yobs who came up from 'over there,' causing trouble and bothering the world. Was this what he saw as 'better?' If we had gangs so did he surely. My dad could not take a day off work for flu, and I mean flu, because he would lose £1 and mum could not feed us if he did, so he went, and it was not an easy thing for him to do in winter and walking miles to deliver milk. Was this better?
Certainly free school milk. the NHS, polio jabs, and other benefits, from a Labour government, remember them, improved life. But crime existed, murders occurred, thieves stole. What was different bar the perception that things were improving?
After two wars and the depression certainly people looked to create a better world. The residue of a Judeo-Christian society meant a form of agreed culture covered much, but not all, of the land. For many after the war a sense of 'right and wrong existed, especially for those who had seen the results of the Nazi regime.
The main difference I wonder could be the loss of the agreed Judeo-Christian moral stance, even if a loose one, and wealth! When the nation loses the need to work together to survive and wealth covers the land people lose morals. Having enough they now want more. Producers offer more and we desire every glittering thing on offer and come to believe we have a right to obtain this. With no agreed God laxity in morals creeps in over time, the results, aided by greedy incompetent politicians lies before us.
The world looks worse than in the past, however, what we see now lay just under the surface awaiting a chance nto escape. Encourage the lowest moral outlook and you find it everywhere.
Murdoch plays a big part in this, the so-called sexual revolution helps, easy divorce and lessening ofresponsibility, though that was often avoided before, and crime is encouraged as there is no agreed morality. Parents less keen to teach children, happy to defend them more.
Human nature lies at the root, and that never changes.
Christmas has certainly changed. When I was young in never cost me a penny! Now I am emptying the piggy bank! However, the cards are almost done, all the presents to go have gone and been received, and I am now watching the van drivers knock on my door to bring things for me! This is good!
One mug, one book and one bottle of Single Malt, 'Jura' no less. has arrived. With this I am well pleased.
Less pleased when the driver had to ask my year of birth before giving the box to me. It took me a minute tor ecall that far back, which made him laugh! I suspect I will see him again soon with another book expected.
Life is not bad at all really, in spite of the bad things that are always with us.
One of the most inhumane Bills the UK parliament has ever debated has made it through the Commons last night. All this to keep Sunak in his job, the Nazi part of the Tories happy. What will happen now we know not, but neither do they. Just wait until after Christmas when it all blows up in his face again.
What depths we have reached.
A spot of rain forced me to remain indoors enjoying life.
This enjoyment included trying to find reference in the press to Sunak's victory, most downplayed it on the site. The far right press want him out and Boris back, or someone as dumb that suits them. When you look at those pushing themselves forward, Jenrick, Patel, Gove, Cleverley and he is the worst named politician around, you wonder what hope there is for the world.
I understand how this leaf feels this morning, hanging there all alone on this tree, wan and lonely. This I am sure has nothing to do with being at the Liberal Club last night for the SPAM meeting. Once again, a handful of old men gathered to repeat the same stories once more, the same reminiscences, the same arguments, the same old, same old.
Worse still was my guilt that forced me to buy the drinks as I had not bought a round for about a year. Of course, this means I will not buy again for another year, hopefully. I noticed there was no opposition to this.
The fact that it was boring, except when I began an argument re the number of Islamic immigrants. Some among us read the 'Daily Express' and believe all the lies found there, compounded by the neighbours and other Brexiteers around them informing them of the Muslim takeover. How some two million Muslims have taken over a nation of seventy million is hard to understand. Having a First Minister who is nominally Muslim, and a very nominally Hindu Prime Minister does not help. I avoided reference to Pritti Patel and the unhinged Suella Braverman for obvious reasons, and avoided indicating that the next Prime Minister will be white, secular, and an imitation Tory. This would upset what some have wanted to believe.
As always however, we all believed that our half truth opinions were the correct ones. Ignorance of facts did not stop our determined considerations. Something, which I must say, runs in this family...
Anyhow, they have become friends, good men, who when sober, still put Jesus and his word first. Beer does open up a lot of deep beliefs of course. Their ignorant, but deeply held convictions regarding Scotland, merely reflect the normal English opinion. Next time I will once again wear my 'Scottish Not British' shirt.
Nothing much has happened in the real world. Keir Starmer is offering sops to the 'Middle England' Tories, and ignoring the needs of everyone else. Scotland is long lost, half of Wales do not recognise him, but he knows where the votes are. He promises better government, though that should not be hard after Boris and his gang have destroyed all that matters in the UK.
The 'Online Mail' has a suitable headline discussing Harry and Meghan!
In the meantime, hours after spending a day claiming 'I cannot recall,' yet not indicating why he spent hundreds of thousands in the courts attempting to withhold his 'Whatsapp' messages from the Covid inquiry if he had lost his phones or could not get them to work, Rishi met for breakfast with a bunch of Tory loons who aim to stab him in the back to his face. It appears they got nowhere. Maybe just maybe, an end is in sight. All we need now is an opposition.
To be fair the 'Daily Mail' has not got around to this yet, but they will! They always do!
The only hoax so far is the one on the mobile from crooks pretending to be 'Evri,' click this link they ask for info re parcel. Sadly if I use 'Evri' they always deal through the email, and that can be difficult also. However, I finished wrapping the boxes today. Almost no Brown Tape left in this house, and booked 'ParcelForce' to collect three of them tomorrow. These might be delivered by Monday, or even Saturday!
One advantage of the web is not having to carry such things down to the Post Office these days! 'White Van Man' has his uses, he can carry the box and deliver on time, usually. I only need to carry small packets and buy stamps from the PO, while Royal Mail line their profits through my book of stamps and hinder the actual postman from delivering what I send.
I began this post yesterday but failed to finish as I got bored reading it.
The 'ParcelForce' man arrived before 10 am today, cheerfully removing my three boxes, and leaving me with the rest of the day to catch up on the things missing this week.
I failed to do them.
Instead, I took my '£4 off if you spend £30' con voucher round to Tesco and filled up on things required, and one or two that were not. These vouchers have helped the Christmas shop, and the one for next week, sadly only £3 off, will enable me to buy the much used things I will need so as to avoid desperate struggles through the last minute Christmas shop crowd.
The mass of household chores that await have been curtailed because I do nothing at the weekends, so maybe next week instead will be busy cleaning, maybe.
The news on Twitter, but not in the press, has been filled with the 'Tetchy' PM going off in a huff because the press were asking questions he could not answer, and not for the first time, concerning his Rwanda Obsession. Today it leaks out that the latest £100 million paid to the nation that has so far seen only Home Secretaries and no 'Boat People,' was signed off by Suella. Who to believe?
None of them!
This shambles might be heading for closure, but what will result?
If I were he I would call a vote on this Bill, or is there one tonight? Anyway, if the ERG and the neo Nazis do not support the PM I would take the whip from them and call an election for the soonest possible moment, probably the last week in January. Conservative members who have lost the vote cannot stand as prospective Conservative candidates. This means all the far right would have to stand as independents and would not beat the new Tory candidate, who would lose anyway. He will lose an election but if he won he would be rid of many the nation does not require in the House.
However, owing to a glitch in the system I remain, as yet, unemployed as PM.
Why are there five syllables in the word monosyllabic?
A slow wander down the road led to the early packets being deposited into the care of Royal Mail. The care is not what it was but what can you expect with a Tory government that cares only for making money for themselves? Privatised Royal Mail, with precedence being given to parcels, cares little about actual mail today. This is the reason letters are delayed, postmen confused day by day as to what role they will play, and an attempt to sell of Royal Mail parcels to the people who now run Royal Mail will come before the election.
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Note the Post Office name!
The Jubilee Oak used to sit just up the road from this shop. It sat in the middle of the road until they redesigned the road, chopped down the tree and the shops on the corner, which stuck out a fair bit, and installed traffic lights and dare-devil crossings.
I suspect it was Victoria's jubilee, lots appear to have been planted at that time for jubilee, they did the same for the last queen. How many were conveniently placed so as to block the clogged roads 70 years or so later?
Bought through one of last years vouchers in W. H. Smith, not my favourite store, it took a while to read as I have several books on the go at one time.
Mary Beard, famous for her unkept appearance, which she emphasises for publicity, has studies the classics as they are called for over 50 years, so she must know something.
Beginning at the beginning, Romulus and Remus, and all that, she attempts to discover what was in between the seven hills on which Rome was built. The several thousand years or so of constant construction do however make this difficult. We may never know what the actual origin of Rome was.
Mary attempts a brief history of Rome, through the Kings, the Republic, and onto Augustus time.
The very nature of her task makes this difficult, all those years, far too little evidence in the far distant past, and the deductions of later historians who may not always be reliable do not help.
Cicero, Augustus, and other famous men, and a few woman, she would not miss them out, get a short hearing, and descriptions of housing, citizenship, punishments, Emperors, family life, wars at home and abroad, the Games, daily life for rich and poor, are all covered to some extent. Even Christians are mentioned in passing, though it is clear Mary has little knowledge of their writings or purpose.
All in all this vast book cover a vast number of years quite well. As an introduction to Rome, at home and abroad, it is a good start. Many areas require a deeper investigation and further reading suggestions are found at the back with other aids.
Altogether a worthwhile book to read, but while readable it is not a short book!
On a dreich morning I forced myself out and up to the ironmongers shop. Here I purchased a wee clock to sit beside me, I cannot see the time on the laptop as it is right in front of me, so I place a suitable clock slightly to the right and I can see that perfectly! Why? I don't know!
Anyway, I actually went for a new doorbell, one of those cordless ones that ought to beep when the postman rings the bell. The previous bell was lying wounded on the ground the other day as it had taken too much punishment over the years from postmen, Amazon and Evri drivers.
So, I spent almost an hour fighting to remove the old one, who tightened that screw? And screwing in the new one, back and forth until it all worked well. A variety of tunes can be played on this one, almost all slushy Christmas tunes! I just have the Bing-Bong thanks.
That done there has been no-one ringing it since, so I am yet to know if I can hear it if they do. The suspense! Of course I tried it, but the noise from the road made it difficult to hear. It appears not so loud as the previous bell. 1st world problems. They may not hear bells in Gaza today, too many bombs crashing down for that.
I have spent the day attempting to sort out the mess caused by Christmas Cards.
The mess was caused by not having a wide enough selection, this was sorted today by finding several decent cards that would fix the problem. Now I have a problem with too many cards to select from!
The family cards are done, this makes it easy. Tomorrow I will hopefully put the rest in order.
Filling the couch I found three separate lots awaiting packing. This is a problem, as one packet has already been packed, wrapped with an entire reel of brown tape, and awaits sending next week. This leaves me three lots to sort. This would be fine except there ought to be only two awaiting packing! I have been making two lots for the one person! How does this happen? Now I need to restart as the box I have is not big enough. I think next year I will demand they come south and pick them up themselves!
Andrew, as we all know, was a Scotsman. Born on the Fife coast to a Hebrew couple who had been enslaved by the Romans and traded across Europe. Having landed on the Fife coast they settled down to work under brutal rule, but not from the Scots around them. Andrew was born in the wee village and by the time he was 9 year old had developed the game of golf by hitting wee pebbles around the sandy bunkers on the beach. However, in time a fellow Hebrew trading along the East coast of Scotland rescued them and returned the family to Galilee.
That is why St Andrews is called St Andrews. He is also the first disciple bringing Simon and the rest to listen to Jesus while at Johns baptism at the Jordan. It is difficult to believe that some people are sceptical about this story. They refuse to accept historical fact. Shame on them.
It has been a difficult day. Everything I do is going wrong. I was tired last night but still awoke at 5 am.
I fought this but had to rise at 6:30 in that half asleep way. Whatever I touch has gone wrong since. I am on a Browser, I try to click the star to save a link and instead press the 'X' and lose the Browser entirely! I press the button to 'repost' on Twitter and find instead I am 'reporting a fault.' I have tried to sort out Christmas cards but they keep going into the wrong envelopes, and then someone puts the wrong thing in with the wrong card! Don't ask what I do when pouring the tea!
I have left all this until tomorrow!
I made my ungainly way downstairs to the basement to check the electric meter, I noticed how clean, neat and organised everything was round the building. The man came along yesterday, clanging his steel ladders as he clambered up to clear the gutters of almost no dead leaves. He sorted out the weed growth all around and did an excellent job there. This is our first response to the inspection last week. No doubt he will find other things to do also, but he claims he has to check the gutters in all her properties, and there are quite a few.
I checked the numbers on the dial, stumbled up the narrow, slimy, basement steps, and made my way under a shining blue sky slowly upstairs. I am just glad I went to the right door!
Checking the crooks at EON I found I had used almost another 50% of electric in the past month, on heating! It is time to get out the hot water bottles, make tea, use the rest of the water for the rubber bottle and place this behind my back. This is cheaper than EON, better for me and cuts down the costs.
I mean I can afford to pay the grossly inflated price, which increases in January thanks to a crooked government, but we are being badly used by energy people.
"Hey Boy! Tell them I am not going back to PMQs until they stop laughing at me."
The sun is remarkably low in the sky these mornings, at least on the mornings when the clouds clear to allow us to see him. He is still shining now, several hours and one trip to Tesco later. I'm sorry to say that up Aberdeen way they are having early sleet showers, but they of course are used to this, not us down here in the warmest part of England. 5c or 40f at the moment!
Another day, another royal 'Bombshell' book.
This one takes the side of Meghan and Harry, which goes against the grain for the London tabloids. They have already decided she Meghan is bad and Kate is good. The truth is that both are woman on the make, both run their husbands, and neither are anything like what the press has painted them to be.
Few people really know what the individual royals are like in person, our image is cloned from the press lies, books written by hangers-on and chancers, and a few public appearances. The life led by anyone born into the royal household is not one most of us would welcome. While we can guess some attitudes and personality of many royals we lack clear understanding of their position. Some clearly have a 'duty' sense,' others, the younger ones, less so.
And what of the future?
Charlie might last ten years, which will annoy William, and especially Kate who I think is keen to be queen. Maybe she ought to let the kids grow up first. The rest will continue to annoy one another while fighting for position and a handful of wealth and 'prestige.' Good for them.
But their days are numbered. Scotland has for along time considered the royals a waste of time. Many elsewhere take a similar attitude. While the folks around Balmoral Castle enjoy their presence, and the tourists who follow them, a recent survey reveals that 36% of Scots wish to keep the royals, 48% did not. This of course may have changed month by month. Charlie scooping up the cash from dead people with no next of kin did not go down well. The royals millions, their jet set lifestyle, the cash spent on frocks, all tend to put people off when they are struggling to pay the gas bill.
Add to this the disinterest in Scotland shown by Willie and his woman it is clear he will not make a successful King of Scots, not that he would car I suggest.
It is time for a sensible debate regarding the royals, before Charlie goes. There may not be a sensible debate after that time.
Christmas is going well. The 2nd hand truck my niece wants for her kid, she always buys 2nd hand, has arrived here. When I have finished playing with it I will post it on, eventually! This afternoon I will do the cards that I have obtained, and hope to send some off by the 1st December, just to remind folks to get one for me!
A Supper Party - 1903 Julius LeBlanc Stewart (1855-1919)
I took this poor picture on Sunday morning as I limped down the road. The sun was shining, the sky blue, and so were the faces of all who passed by as the wind blew cold from the north. This morning, as is weather round here, the rain has not stopped.
Typical innit?
Typical also is the web!
My best looking and most highly intelligent niece sent me a link to obtain a toy lorry for her sons Christmas. This I obediently followed, only to be told to 'sign in,' 'register,' 'select a name,' 'Not that one, nor that one, nor that one... until I eventually got it in.
Then came the paying. This involved a phone number, 'Not accepted,' other number, 'Not accepted,' several versions of both later, through gritted teeth, I ignored it, paid, and it went through!
A day or two later an acknowledgement that the goods have been sent tells me 'Evri' have the goods at their Hub. This may take some time!
Add to this the way my machine blanks when I have more than one browser up. That is I begin to write this on 'Edge,' because it has a much needed spellchecker, but when I search for something on Firefox the screen goes blank. I was going to change to one of those high speed Fibre brands but the paperwork confused me so I did not bother. maybe I ought to look again, but the problems will return.
Being November it is assumed the Christmas market will appear and so it does. The crowds flocked to the overpriced hand made items on offer, and many listened in the cold to the Brass Band Blowing Bigly Boisterously. It was not just the reindeer who appeared frozen.
I sauntered among the throng, being pushed this way and that, all the while eyeing the price tags, at least those that I could see, while attempting to stay upright. Who brings pushchairs into crowds?
The sun was shining brightly, though it may not show it here.
Fighting off the offers of pantomime or a discussion with this months two Mormon missionaries, though afterwards I realised I ought to have indulged them, I ploughed on to pass by the stalls one more time.
I then headed towards the museum, I needed to buy set honey and check out what was on show. It is many ages since I last looked inside. Nothing much has changed, just the latest exhibition regarding how the town grew in more recent times. Not many in, the market was calling, and if they have the Xmas lights switch on tonight the shop will be open until late. They might make money tonight.
As you know these are wee Roman gods found when the shopping centre was being built. As usual a 'dig' was organised and quite a bot of Roman stuff found. Not much Saxon, it appears the centre area now was just farmland to them. Some Saxon bodies are found to the west of this area however, none in the museum...
I stumbled home with my treasures to eat and read the new magazine that has now begun to appear on the supermarket shelves. Proper journalism, not owned by the right wing. Mind you at £4:50 I can see me reading their items online rather monthly.
'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness?' Not if you are one of the many men now sweeping leaves up from pathways, car parks, various buildings, or just clearing them from the gutter of a great many houses. I was considering this as I watched these leaves fly off the tree opposite, aided by the 16 mph wind, according to the BBC weather site. As the afternoon sun glints on the leaves, both in the tree and scattered on the ground all around, it looks marvellous. For those slipping on them on the pavement a different emotion might be coming into view.
I recall at the hospital in Maida Vale the three or four trees we had the privilege of watching. This was not considered a privilege as we swept up between parked cars day after day. Of course it does not last, but if you were on the early shift you had most of the work to do. How come I was on the early shift when leaves were falling I ask? Tsk!
This seasonal thing makes me wonder. Why seasons? Why not just have one season where things grow all year round and leaves fall, er, compactly? Why cold and heat, why not just nice temperatures to suit? There again some seasons are well worth having. The sunsets and autumn colours can be magnificent. The darkness less so. Imagine darkness before electric light? No wonder the ancients went home and locked themselves in at night, that is nightfall, none of this midnight day ending rubbish, I think that began with the Romans. I suppose many societies had forms of lighting at night but only when gas and electric arrived could we pollute the night sky as well as we do now.
Snow of course produces wonderful scenes, though it left me and my neighbour flat on our backs at different times. Summer speaks of long days, joy and happiness, Spring however, in my humble view, and you realise how humble this view is, can be the best of seasons. Looking into the bright fullness to come, the new life all around, lambs gambolling, buds opening, birds flocking in from Africa, and a happiness seen amongst people, even in big cities.
We now approach a proper winter. The leaves fall, the weather gets colder, winds come from the north, and the gas and electric take a great leap upwards in January, the busiest time for these crooks! Do we have a Tory government? Do Ofgem represent the public? Is the Pope a Catholic?
Bah!
Once again I attempted Chick Pea soup. This is usually OK, and today I added, amongst other ingredients, Turmeric Powder obtained from Sainsburys. To this I added a wee bit of Cayenne Pepper, and other things. Unlike the fish in the oven that I forgot while scouring Twitter the soup did not burn. This surprises me however, for when I attempted to eat some tonight I realised I had been somewhat overeager with the ingredients. Cayenne and Turmeric go together quite well but possibly not in the amounts that fell into the pot today. That pint glass of water has come in handy tonight, and I may not require to put the heating on for a day or two, no matter how low the temperature drops.
With Xmas approaching, you may have heard about it by now, I have been scouring the second hand book market for items suitable for the lassies up north who can read. This is a suitable talent as it means they can explain the big words to their men.
One beautiful and highly intelligent niece has always had a thing for King Robert the Bruce. As a lass she forced her mother to trail around Dunfermline, where he is buried, and elsewhere looking for a sight of him, or something connected to him. While it is possible she may already have this book dumped in a cupboard somewhere, I thought I would include it in the box I will send.
The late David R. Ross wrote quite a few books about Scotland and her people, this is the only one I have actually read. It combines the history of the man with a tourist guide to places connected to him. Ross has done his best to visit all the connecting castles, battlefields, houses and such like that are believed to have seen the great Robert pass by through touring them on his motorbike.
The known genealogy is traced, his two wives, both dying before him, their suffering under the terrors of Edward I and his brutality, their imprisonment, and following successful births his son.
Edward, like all Englishmen, consider Scotland to be theirs, they are very wrong! Bruce endured much pain and loss, his brothers dying, sometimes barbarically under Edward's thuggery. However no matter how he tried Edward could not control Scotland, William Wallace ought to have made that clear to him! And happily Edward the Brute died near Carlisle once again attempting the impossible, to control Scotland. Three cheers!
This book details the failures as well as successes. The guerrilla warfare, the main battles 'God bless Bannockburn!' and the suffering of those imprisoned. What cannot be known, but only guessed at, is the response of the soldiers on both sides. Some English Knights left writings, some Scots nobles, but the man in the army could not do this. Enthusiastic they certainly were, and very willing to risk all for the cause, but we do not know what they actually thought, this is sad.
Edward II was disposed off by his wife and Knights, Edward III attempted war, and lost, and the ravaging of the north of England put many English nobles off the idea of war. In the end economic loss, an understanding they could not win, caused Edward III to seek peace.
Bruce then established his Kingdom and Scotland was able to flourish without barbaric English interference. At least for a while, the inbuilt English imperialism and arrogance remains with us still!
The 1707 bribery and the intimidation at the referendum see Scotland stuck under the English Jackboot still. This will not last. Another Bruce will arise, and Special Branch will not defeat that one, and Scotland will once again be free!
Anyone wish to argue?
At last I can look forward to breathing fresh air once again. No more bleach on every suitable surface! The landlords woman came today. She was quite happy considering she got locked inside one flat. I wondered if he in flat No 6 was having a strange turn, but it was the broken locks on the door meant she could not get out. When I found her she was with two locksmiths attempting to put right all that flats locks.
She came, she wandered about taking a picture here a picture there, all the time telling me to stop licking her feet. I am off the opinion she ought to have removed her shoes first. The inspection was short, friendly, and we discussed one or two things, but not the things I remembered long after she had departed! Why is it always like this? No complaint was made, not even from other tenants!
The bar of Christmas chocolate donated to her also made her happy, always a success with women is chocolate, and she left me with no threats of drastic action, as yet anyway. Now, I must uncover all the hidden things and put them right before she comes back!
I could not discover what the game was. I canny understand this inspection. Of course during the previous years the boys have been working on the flats so problems have been obvious to them, if any. Now I just await any comeback from this. Back at HQ they will inspect the pictures, lay plans for the cheapest option on any proposed action, but so far all appears well. However, as we get on well, and her man is one of the boys who fix things and he is good, and the mess has been cleaned up, it all may pass over. Also she never mentioned anything out of place, so maybe all will be well.
Unless something is afoot down at HQ.
It is however, difficult to move when you expect a visit and the place is clean. I was scared to touch anything in case I had to scrub it again! Now I can relax, but I actually like it clean, I wonder how long it will last?
Subscribing to this young lass would be good, if that is you find this interesting and entertaining. She is very clever, she told me this herself, and mum and dad are so pleased after spending so much money educating her!
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