Monday, 21 February 2005

Sloth!

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 Pantani.

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 they are.

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.

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