Goddam School holidays makes me forget myself and enjoy the sunshine far too much, plus it was my 13 year old’s birthday on tuesday and with there being a sleepover for 6 boys in the Bell tent in our garden, not much got done, writing wise, in fact nothing got done. But thanks to the ever present Wonderful Wednesday tick provided by Rochelle I’ve finally resigned myself being able to sleep soundly tonight with this weeks story written and posted in the next 30 minutes. Thanks also to Jen Pendergast who provided this unseasonal photograph for the time of year where I am. Anyway best get cracking.
On My Marks…
The thing with politicians is they have been sticking their rotten barnacle covered oar into anywhere where they think there could be an opportunity to big themselves up.
Everyone sees through it.
When sporting stars do it; for unselfish reasons, to provide charity where the government falls short, the politicians huff and puff, “Stick to Football…”
When Brexit happened, the experts said there would be empty supermarket shelves.
Brexiteer Politicians, their Sweaty Capillary mapped noses in the Political trough of pandemic contracts for friends and relatives, refuted
“There will; but only when hell freezes over”
Well, Guess What’s Happened.
There we are, 100 words on the gradual fracturing of the country we used to call Great. Your sons and daughters will not forgive you.