Recently, we’ve been away on holiday for local council elections and didn’t get around to organising a postal vote.
Today, we were at home and made a political vote for one local Borough Councillor and one Police Comissioner. I voted to the best of my ability.
Didn’t make it up to the polling station until 8.20pm and the photo I’d publicity worked as I brought my drivers licence even though the photo,much like a passport photo,looks pretty scary.I was verified and voted in the funny little booths.
I’m pretty certain it was a pencil to mark my X.Which I thought strange.Suppose they use an eraser to rub my vote out?
We just had a massive thunderstorm right over our heads.Three very bright flashes of light about ten minutes apart, which lit up the room followed by three extremely loud end of the World thundering noises which rumbled on almost immediately after the flash.Scared the dog silly.
Woke me up, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to finish doing the dishes that I started last night. I pulled back the blinds on the patio.The sky was beginning to brighten up, and it struck me how quiet it was,no birdsong.
“It’ll take the wildlife a little bit of time to recover they must be frightened by such storms.” I thought to myself.
That seemed valid until I saw a fiesty little Robin come to the bird feeder and grab a piece of suet.The first bird to appear after the storm,surely the bravest of them all.
It just hit me very hard,the thought of one of my close relatives electing to being euthanized.I believe the law might be changed in Scotland. I find this very scary.
We are made in our lunatic society to feel useless,the old and frail are despised, and those who can not look after themselves are made to feel they are a liability. They are at the mercy of these law makers.
My relatives may be at their mercy,and I can see how that step into oblivion might be taken by choice. I hope not ,but it would be a possibility. Would they be pushed or shoved,would we ever know. So much is covered up.
I find it a physically sickening thought.I don’t feel the current set of lawmakers would put the necessary checks and balances in place.
Therefore,I hope,some might say selfishly, that this law will not be passed and that Scotland does not become the new Switzerland.
“The Great When” is a new book by Alan Moore to be released in October this year.
If it is structured like “Jerusalem” which was centred on Northampton of all places. It will be a cracker with loads of amazing details and links and patterns.
Taking in a myriad of subjects; history,myth,fantasy ,religion,psychology, and the supernatural.Except this time giving London the Northampton treatment.
I heard a new bird this morning,The Greater Whitethroat. It’s quite common and breeds in the UK.It likes open fields and lays its eggs in hedgerow bushes.
The Greater Whitethroat
With the ground drying out,I’m walking with the dog in some of my alternative walks and hearing some new sounds.
I was a late starter when it came to camping and the love of the great outdoors.
I suspect that because there was a hint of gypsy on my mother’s side of the family that she rebelled against carts and tents.She was a four wall and posh dining aficionado and I never really thought much about it until I realised her horror when her progeny delighted in the outdoor gypsy life that she would have rather was dead and buried in her progeny’s genes and that she would never see resurface.
Reality, though, was economics.It was a cheap holiday ,my first with my then boyfriend and now a partner in crime of many years.
Wales was our destination,a camp site beloved by my partner’s family.We were late booking,but we got this lovely flat pitch,away from everyone and with a nice view.
We had bought the tent the previous weekend,it was quite spacious ,although, both of us being quite tall,neither of us were able to stand up in it.Big mistake.
Our first disaster came with putting the poles into the holes to make the structure.There was just far too much tension for the flimsy material.I wasn’t much help because I’d never put up a tent in my whole life.So I watched,concerned that the poles seemed to be stretching the tent material to it’s maximum tension.
It was when I heard the ping and the rip that I realised something was terribly wrong.
“We’ll have to go to a B&B” my partner said .
I was disappointed and volunteered
“Let me see what I can do.”
I had a sewing kit with me and went down to the camp shop where they had some nylon fishing reel thread, which I brought back up.I sewed the piece of material and the repair was good enough to hold.
Over the next few days, a few more pings were heard, and a number of repairs were made,but the tent protected us from the elements and we explored the region and the beautiful mountains and scenery.
It was a fun holiday ,and I’m so had we didn’t have to stay in a B&B.
When we got back home,we went to the camp shop and got a full refund on the old tent and bought a new one that we could stand up in and that the poles were not at such a high tension.
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