My productivity drive from last week has gone into overdrive and I have managed to clear a stack of paperwork, do a bit of research into weekends away (to make the most of the National Trust membership) and put a bit of forward planning in motion to repaint the walls around the house during a forthcoming free week. Go me!!!
The ongoing fiasco surrounding my parents’ conservatory carries on. Over last weekend the offending company sent a couple of chaps out to dig an exploratory hole. Despite the day being close to zero and the garden sparkling with frosticles, they soon discovered the source of the falling down structure.................the foundations are thirteen inches instead of thirty six inches deep. Ah yes, that will be it then. Upshot is the whole thing will have to be dismantled, the brickwork knocked down and deeper foundations made before the rebuilding takes place. I expect they will uncover all sorts once the digging out gets underway.......I am half expecting Lord Lucan to pop up and ask for a cuppa and a digestive biscuit. Talking of biscuits, I was astonished to hear the reason one of my favourite biscuits is no longer available. Gypsy Creams are, apparently, offensive to the travelling community. Another example of you couldn’t make it up.
What other foodstuffs could be considered insulting or just plain misleading? Garibaldi biscuits might cause descendents of the Italian military figure to rise up in protest. Bourbon biscuits could be accused of being fake as they do not contain any Bourbon whiskey. Buy half a dozen duck eggs in the supermarket......do you get some cute little floppy footed swimmers? No you don’t. The list is endless.
What is the idea behind the so-called fashion favoured by young men for wearing their trousers halfway down with their pants showing? How can it be comfortable to parade around in this way? I struggle with my jeans which won’t stay up but they drop nowhere near the level of these teens’ trousers. I have no desire whatsoever to see your undergarments thank you very much, so please purchase a belt, pull your trousers up and get buckling.
Interesting fly on the wall programme being screened weekly which shows typical days in the lives of police officers around the country. This week’s episode featured a ‘Broken Britain’ family where someone had called 999 as there was a fight at her daughter’s party. On arrival the officers were greeted with various chavs of varying ages spilling out onto the street, blood flying from fisticuffs, foul mouthed abuse being hurled at the police (in fact I had to Google some of the words as they were new to me), drunken revellers of all ages from granny down to the birthday girl. Sadly this is typical of some families nowadays where the ‘shirk not work’ ethic is passed down from generation to generation; they know no better and have no motivation or role model to change this. My favourite comment of the night was from the mother of the birthday girl.........when asked by the interviewer what she would do differently next time her reply was “Have a good party for my daughter, no alcohol until after 9 or 10 p.m.”..................her daughter was 14.......... That says it all really.
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