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Reflections 2020 w 15

They say staying in is the new normal – is the latest YouTube add to annoy the crap out of me….

Who are they? Why do they say that? I have not heard anyone say they think this situation is normal. And why has the vague ‘they’ become popular?

If I said “they had a fire yesterday” would you know who I meant? Would you think they had a gas fire delivered, or an electric one? Or would you think their house burnt down? Or maybe they went camping and had a small fire, or burned some rubbish in the yard.

’They say’ is more akin to a propaganda tool to move public opinion towards a desired point.

Or is that my viewpoint because I have been described as ‘one of them’?

Rarely am I classed as one of the ‘we’, or part of ‘us’.

Was that in any way influenced by myself, or did ‘they’ decide for me?

And if ‘they’ have all this decision power – how far down the pecking order am ‘I’?

Take care, stay safe.

Reflections 2020 w07

Last week I wrote about the storm that had come through, and this week there is another storm coming through.

Now I live in an area that has not been hit hard nor flooded, but the dog walk at the local park had an area flooded over the path, the first time I have seen this in the 7 years of walking there, and the normally ankle high, slow flowing brook, is currently at least 2ft high and flowing like a downhill mountain stream.

I only hope that the areas flooded have a chance to drain the water away before another storm hits, we are not having enough time to dry out between rains. And the UK is renowned for being wet.

If anyone is interested there is a video on the 100 year flood by practical engineering on youtube. It goes a way to explaining how we are exaggerating the flooding by how we build houses and roads, it is not as many think, about how we build defences.

This may go to explain why previously unaffected areas are now being hit, It acts like a domino effect, one raindrop affecting the next.

One wonders, will we ever learn how to live with nature in this modern world, or will it take ever increasing ‘freak’ weather occurrences to get our attention?

Reflections 2019 w47

Friday the 13th and we had a bad day, a known serial liar was (because of first past the post) elected prime minister.

This is the thing I do not understand; how do people think that this system serves the country?

The Cons got 43.6% of the vote which got them 365 seats, but if labour 32.2% had formed a coalition with Lib dems 11.6% alone ( I know that would have not happened, but it is hypothetical to prove a point), they would have had a greater %age of the votes, 43.8% of the votes. But this would have only gotten 214 seats – less than 60% of the Cons, despite getting more votes.

It gets even worse for some parties…

The Brexit party got 0 seats for 2% of the votes (642,303)

Beaten by the Green party 1 seat for 2.7 % of the vote (865,697)

Both dwarfed by Other parties getting 3 seats for 2% of the vote (700,886)

Now, if you believe the prime minister to be an honest guy, the new boundary system will make sure, and I quote, that every vote counts the same.

Under that guise his huge majority becomes a minority government again.

Somehow one does not think this countries career politicians are going to be even close to having proportional representation. It’s our club v your club, we will do it our way, and act like a bunch of frat members whilst doing it.

Time and time again it is mentioned that a proportional representative government won’t get anything done – because coalition governments don’t. The difference is one party will not use another party to get their way, knowing they can blame them for anything unpopular in five years time when they hope that they are not needed.

 

Now to those that believe that Great Britain is full of politicians who can get things done, why is working together for the benefit of the country so impossible to do? It would remain the same for MP’s voting on proposals bought up.

 

On a personal note, I am going to try and order my walking trailer spares from Europe to get here before the end of January, because i’m buggered if I am going to pay the extra in duty like I do for goods from America.

And if we do get that ‘wonderful’ trade deal from the US, I’m going vegetarian, or more likely a great fish eater if the price drops by half to compensate for the fish our fishermen cannot get to Europe.

I am sure not paying out for medical insurance to risk salmonella from chlorinated chicken.

To those in Europe that read my blogs…Not all English People think you are out to rule us and take our jobs whilst being here illegally on benefits. Nor do we all want to listen in to your conversation, or complain when we do not understand what you are saying to one another in a non English language. But then not all of us have a passport and travel to your country expecting you to talk english either.

No, some of us will just ask about the food you are eating, especially if it looks delicious.

Or maybe that is just me.

Reflections 2019 w46

Four more days to find out what the hell is going on.

Is this the decline of the UK?

Or are we already there, we just do not realise it is over.

Sounds like a marriage that is ending in divorce. And we are the one that thinks everything is ok.

 

But there are voices that sound from the past…Blame the immigrants/other religion, blame the sick, blame the unemployed, blame the disabled…Say we need more power to get things done for the best of the country, blame those in government that oppose ones will. Change the government system to stay in power, it’s best for the country.

The use of language and tactics of a universally hated moustached person to sway public opinion, whilst championing a course of ‘democracy’.

Using propaganda via media to sway opinion, the truth need not apply, repeat it often enough  it sounds authentic. A tactic the above fella used.

Fake is real – real is dismissed.

Knowledge is mistrusted, eyed suspiciously, because a charismatic non-expert says it’s the worst case scenario. If one feels it enough it will work out better than a plan based on facts. Facts are fiction – fiction is whatever you can get away with.

You cannot hold a discussion when the other person is plugging their ears with their fingers whilst going lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.

So now we rely on those that feel disenfranchised, disconnected, apathetic and disgusted to get out and be counted.

What is the point of democracy if 1/3 of the country do not take part?

So why not change to a dictatorship?

You only need just over a third of the population to back it, to bring it about. Then what are those that stayed at home going to do…Complain? Rebel?

Not likely if they cannot even put a cross on a piece of paper with a pencil.

And yet those are the very people that can alter the political spectrum by taking part.

 

We are going to need a Christmas miracle to not end up in the history books as the country that threw democracy out with the bath water.

 

I do not think even a cup of tea will help with that one.

Reflections 2019 w44

The greenhouse is finished, and, after a lousy start, the replacement pains were cut.

Now anyone that has had the displeasure to have to cut used greenhouse glass will know, the normal technique that we are all taught on how to cut glass, has a high failure rate. that method being…Score, press down over a table edge where the score line is. You just end up hoping that the break is veered off to the waste side of the cut, so the glass can be nibbled away to the line.

This apparently is because the used glass has altered its structure over time, and now has micro cracks in it.

But this technique works..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvzvAaXR_oY&t=140s

I could tell you the technique, but I prefer that this chap gets the credit.

I went from 100% fail rate to 100% success on my first attempt of this method and techniques. Along with an oil filled glass cutter for £3.50.

If you ever need to cut second hand glass, give this video a  watch.

Reflections 2019 w38

I went with my son and mum to town today, my son wanted his usual sleepover visit to the play centre. When we got to the basement parking we noticed that it looked like someone had been/was sleeping rough up the corner.

This threw my son out a little, as he could not understand why someone would sleep in a space covered in pigeon poop. “He would rather freeze to death than sleep there.”

He is 8 and does not yet realise it is not just a phrase to say. Rather like his “I would rather die than…”

The look of puzzlement he gave me when I said not to wish that because homeless people can freeze to death, and often do over winter, was one of not knowing wether I was going to say – “Joking” or in fact I was being totally serious. I explained that they may not know any bushcraft skills, he is currently watching them on youtube, so have no knowledge of shelter building, and that they may also have been moved on from somewhere else, and had this as the only dry option.

I explained how London had gone, at one point, as far as fining them and taking their belongings off them, before turning them back onto the street. My mum had not heard this and was bemused as to why they would take their belongings. I explained it was to scare the homeless away from the streets of London, to somewhere else. I also told of the stories of spikes on flat shattered areas if sleepers were common there. Again to move them on.

“Where are they supposed to go then?” he asked. “Nobody knows” I replied. “That does not make sense.” “No it does not, in fact it could even be seen as being cruel at the least” I replied.

We took a look as to wether the belongings were still there wen we came out, they were, so we nipped into the salvation army to let them know. They sent someone out to see if they could get them some food and help.

If an 8 year old does not think moving people on constantly, with nowhere to goto, makes sense; why do the leaders of our community, region and country.

How many have to freeze to death this winter, before there is outrage – once again.

Reflections 2019 w35

6 hours ago one was in my allotment picking weeds, and apparently nettles. But here is the difference when someone has neuropathic issues, I feel, now, as though I have elbow length nettle gloves on. A thousand stiletto wearing ants are dancing on my skin.

My legs are different, I can walk through nettles and not be sure whether I have, or whether it is just my nerves playing up.

I’m lucky for, others it is much worse.

And it is something we give no thought to until it happens to us. We here its like nettle stings up my arms and think we know the sensation, most of us have had that sensation at some point. But we usually have that point pass. It is not the intensity that gets to you – it is the consistency of it.

For those of you that dislike marmite/vegemite, imagine having that taste consistently no matter what you drink or eat. For those of you that love the above, you are probable salivating at the thought; go with a kick to the nethers, as I cannot think of a more foul taste, I am not saying that there is not one, I cannot think of one, but no one likes a kick to the nethers.

The Japanese knew of the negative effect on a person to be subjected to a “harmless” drop of water, again and again and again. It is even called torture.

Is it in the mind? I have had one doctor say my mind is creating the pain, he did not say why, or how to stop it though, so pretty useless information. Or is it in the body, where we cannot escape it and we carry it around with us day by day?

And if it started for no apparent reason, and medication side effects have been dismissed. Why has the body not developed a control for it? Just what are the benefits to ones survival having this effect?

The human body is a wonder ours thing, but sometimes it just makes you wonder.

As I cannot sleep – again, a quick update…my hands are still tingling like I have freshly picked the nettles only minutes ago even though it has been closer to 12hrs ago. This has gotten old very quickly.

I feel for those who constantly suffer. And I hope you find rest-bite from it.

Reflections 2019 w32

Its been a long day. I have my son this weekend and we went out for a day trip to a butterfly house and falconry centre.

Don’t get wrong, the place was good, small, but good. And it had the best bird display we have seen. The vulture came out did one part of the show then flew away to the tree over the lemurs. The skunks came out early. The owl did not want to play at all and the finale was a bunch of parrots let out of the cages with doves and swooping birds of prey all swooshing and circling around where we sat. Never have we been to a display that the birds have been given that amount of freedom to fly.

And although the size of the butterfly house did not compare with the scale of the one from my childhood memory, it did beat it by having the iguana roaming around and the branches adorned with colourful birds flying around inside along with the butterfly’s.

For me butterfly houses are a special place, somewhere that you can be surrounded by colourful butterfly’s defying gravity, with a chance of them landing on you. A far cry from my childhood memory of the pinned butterfly’s at my local museum.

The place had also done clever things with models dotted around, making it a different atmosphere from the usual wildlife centres we go to. It was a pleasant day out.

It is unlikely we will go again as the travel time, sadly, was greater than the time spent there, making it too far for a day trip with the time constraints we have, but other centres are now going to be compared with this one.

If anyone is interested it is called https://www.butterflyhouse.co.uk/

It also tries to raise money for other charities, the one at the moment is to try to protect vultures. They are facing a very human threat – poisoning. The poachers take a couple of hours to get the ivory off the poached animals, the vultures circle above alerting the authorities, so they poison the carcass. Yet another species that may become extinct during my lifetime.

It is beginning to feel like all our future children are going to know of wildlife is the pinned, stuffed and models in museums, accompanied by stories of how we came to kill them all. Yet we still mock those that saved two males of the dodo bird.

Are we any better?

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Reflections 2019 w27

Well my skin is taking a strange turn this year. Instead of the usual red head burn and peel, if I misjudge being outside by 5 minutes, my skin is burning and going white. Not that the Scottish DNA that runs in the family does not provide a white sun intolerant skin as it is.

Usually if I can do it right, the sun exposure goes pink, tans ever so lightly and leaves behind more freckles, but one patch of my hands looks like I have poured bleach on it to get rid of the freckles and any sign of colour.

I have googled it, and I will bring it up with the doc when I see him, but I can only find one cause. Nothing can be done and it is more a skin type than condition.

But I remembered that I had a hypothetical conversation on vampires before. That Hollywood has not got enough red head vamps. We are a natural for this type of being.

  • We avoid the sun.
  • We do not have to be told, or trained,  to avoid it at vampire elementary.
  • We burn if it catches us unprepared.
  • We tend to lurk in the darker or more shaded recesses  of locations whilst everyone else walks in the light, perfect for a passing snack during the day.
  • Pale pasty skin is our look any way.
  • Nobody would bat an eyelid at a pale pasty red head walking down the street.

When you wear factor 50 suncream and still get burnt, you know your kind originated in some miserable weathered place.

Which makes our thick curly/wavy hair even more annoying. As this weather will make it frizz like mad.

No wonder we are classed as being moody, we have not found the weather that suits us yet.

 

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Reflections 2019 w26

It’s been an mixed week, I have been on holiday, came back to my sons birthday and my uncle going to the hospital after a fall.

That is where my first, and I hope last, encounter with love Island occurred.

My uncle is suffering from the early stages of dementia and is constantly looking for ‘you know’ on the telly. Whilst he does this he leaves programs on. Tonight it was Love Island, 20 minutes of it.

I do not understand the appeal, or what entertainment it offers that differs from the end of a night of booze down the local nightclub. Except these people are sober, I think.

Petty squabbles, jumping into differing beds like they were teenagers and that was pretty much all I saw them do.

I thought entertainment was to transport you away from reality for just little while, to give you a break. Not bring strife into your home – except via news channels.

I do not miss having my TV connected to a multitude of telly stations. It’s been 4 years since it has shown a tv station on it. And from what glimpses I catch, it is the same program formats from before I switched off.

I do not think I will be switching back on for a long while. Box sets offer programs I want to watch – minus all the adverts. Binge watch anyone?

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