Gosh, it has been ages since I wrote anything. Not good at all...
Having said that, everything very "samey" at the moment. We've all been
working hard lately. Alice was on half term last week, so she had a bit of a
break, I suppose.
We've been swimming with Simon and Patrick these last two weekends, and we're
all still trampolining away! All in the name of fitness!!
Decided to get stroppy this morning, chasing a couple of people who owe me
things. Very infuriating - both cases I've paid for goods and not received them.
In both cases I spoke to them about three weeks ago, in both cases I got what I
considered to be quite a flippant reply, so now in both cases I've asked for a
refund. Fortunately, both cases are covered by purchase protection schemes. What
a wonderful idea!
Today is the fortieth anniversary of the death of Malcolm X, as I think I
mentioned a couple of entries ago.
Also, last week was a year since Marco
Elsewhere, nobody has said anything yet but it is obvious that an election is
on the cards. Tories and Labour each outdoing the other, claiming they're going
to do this and that. Totally, literally, incredible. Am seriously thinking of
voting Liberal this time around. Have always shied away from them before because
of their 50% top rate tax, but I really think it would be a good thing if they
ended up holding the balance of power. The Tories are still stained with the
slease of the Major years, and Tony's government is even more right wing than
Big news for foxes, in that people aren't allowed to hunt them any more, as
of last Friday. We watched Countryfile yesterday and it is all very ironic.
Hunts are still allowed to meet etc., the only thing they can't do is to
deliberately chase foxes. So, they chase scents instead. And what does the scent
come from? A dead fox. Apparently, 91 foxes met their deaths (shot, presumably)
so that their corpses could be used as scent for the hunts. Needless to say,
everyone was claiming victory. Alun Michael, the poor old minister who had
to push this through, said that it proved that hunts could meet just as before,
except that they were now obliged to kill foxes in a humane way.
I just don't know about it. I can say for sure that why anyone would want to
spend their day sitting on top of a horse hoping to chase a fox to its death is
quite beyond me. As for entertainment value, forget it. So, from an animal
welfare point of view I can buy the anti-hunt argument. However, the sheer
arrogance of the Commons, in repeatedly refusing to compromise, says to me that
the issue became far more than an aminal welfare issue. It did turn into one of
town versus counrty, and of peoples' civil liberties. They scored a huge own
goal by forcing this ban through. One final thing on this is that it is
interesting to note the French perspective on this (hunting of course happens
quite a lot in France), which is basically "what the hell are they getting so
wound up about"? Seems there is no controversy, whatever.
btw, Jacqueline said over the weekend that she'd like to up-sticks and go to
France. We must think seriously about this!!
Final thing I'll mention happened to Jacqueline this morning. I got a call
not long after arriving at the client's to say that she'd had a call from the
wonam who owns the downstairs flat beneath Jacqueline's upsatirs flat in
Bournemouth. Apparently, a sewer had collapsed and it looked like it was
something to do with their property. £2500 to fix!!! I told Jacqueline she
should go over there and check out the situation, and it was lucky that she did.
Looks like a sewer has collapsed, but that it affects several other properties
too. Also, the collapse is in the middle of the road, so I don't reckon they can
be liable - it must be the water company's responsibility. To push this even
further, I reckon Jacqueline's neighbour at least has a good case for
compensation. I mean, if you can't even have a poo in your own flat, you must be
due some form of compensation!!
On the downside, because of the emergency Jacqueline had to enter her flat,
and it looks like the tenants have done a runner. Bastards. I think she should
see if she can get a debt collector to take things on.