Bit of a grumpy mood today
A bad mood and some photos today, as promised. These were taken by Neil on his way back from aerobics at the gym the other day. You will be able to see the barge and other machinery working on the new jetty and the access road, the view from the road as you walk up and shots of the harbour between rain storms. We had another one pass over on Thursday morning, so the sterna is now well and truly full with free water.
Meanwhile, up at the house, winter continues as per. We are looking forward to the presidential inauguration (not) and it reminds me of the time when Obama was sworn in. Well, it makes me remember where we were: at Brian and Marj’s house watching it live with a bottle of wine. I expect, today, we will be ingnoring it and hoping it goes away, a bit like the mess the yUK government seem to be getting themselves into. I know some of my readers don’t like to hear it, but I still say that whole referendum was not democratic, even though I still have people sending me rather patronising messages saying ‘That’s democracy, sorry, get over it.’ It’s as if they actually believe that having a country vote on misinformation, lack of information and in only an advisory opinion poll, and then letting a government use that as a mandate to do what they want to do in order to keep themselves in with the powers that be (within their own cliques), was in any way democratic. But let’s not go down that discussion route. Suffice to say, the more I see of what’s happening to the country I was born in, the less I ever want to go there again, let alone go and live there again.
I don’t think we will be made to; unlike some older immigrants in other EU countries who may have to return to the yUK to benefit from their pensions that they paid into for so many years. It’s getting very hard – with Sterling in trouble Vs the Euro, and the possibility of non-reciprocal agreements, no health care etc., – for many to see a way to stay abroad where they came to live as the quality of life was better. We are lucky in that I am privately insured (and will one day have a private pension) and Neil is soon to be Irish and so stays part of the EU.
I didn’t mean to start on this topic, world calamity I mean, but I just had a flashback to one of the British ‘news’ papers reporting a ‘Surge’ in the “£ Vs €” after “Ms Mayday-mayday-mayday! We’re going down. CQD”‘ made her speech the other day. I looked it up and the pound ‘surged’ about 0.5% against a fall, since last year of 30% or something. Laughable reporting and even more laughable that some people think things are going forward for the better.
As you can see I am not in a good mood today. It started well enough but then I was working and receiving all manner of interruptions from people on Skype, questions, requests… my new mouse was driving me mad (three or four clicks to get it to actually do what it was meant to do, don’t think I’ll be buying a Logitch again for a while; I’ve gone back to the old one now)… the cat’s ears bloody again, blood on the sheets… bad news on the interweb… One of those days. But still. I have the view, Neil has offered to make lunch, giving me time to write this diatribe about a dire tribe of morning mishaps (the light in the kitchen blew so I changed that and then the light in my desk lamp blew and I had no new bulb), and, once this is posted, I am going to retreat into la-la-land. Not the new film but a state of not-being-here that I get into when I work on one of my own books, which is what I plan to do for the rest of the day in the hope that there will be no more interruption or bad news, or dreadful world events. Unlikely I know, but it’s all I can do.