Sorry, I fell asleep in front of the TV last night, woke just after midnight and decided to go to bed. I was upstairs when i remembered I hadn’t blogged or made Julia’s sandwich for lunch. Such was my desire to sleep that I resigned myself to the consequences and went to sleep. Fortunately she is very forgiving.
Yesterday was a strange day as I had to drive to Leeds to deliver empty boxes. Number One Son is moving to Norfolk at the end of the month and we have a large number of empty boxes (all flattened). It seems sensible to get as much use out of them as possible, though I’m not sure if the planet benefits from me driving that far just to re-use cardboard boxes.
I’m currently watching the news. King Charles visited Wales today and several groups were demonstrating – variously supporting Welsh independence and republicanism. They are entitled to their views. Whether they are showing themselves in a good light by shouting at a man who has just lost his mother is a different matter. One academic, speaking on the subject, referred to the “subjugation of Wales by the English monarchy”. That took place in 1283. I’m pretty sure Queen Elizabeth II didn’t do a great deal of subjugation. It might be time to let it go, after all, I’ve forgiven the Romans, the Vikings and the Normans for invading us.
If you want an independent state you might be better entering politics than complaining about a 900 year old military defeat. I was about to mention I was thinking of starting a Mercian Independence Party, but I notice there are at least two organisations already devoted to restoring Mercian independence.. Before its subjugation by Wessex, Mercia had a fine history, including inventing the English penny and digging a ditch to separate itself from Wales. It also currently has a population around three times that of Wales, making it the 85th largest country in the world.
Yesterday, whilst catching up with daytime radio through BBC Sounds, I heard the phrase ‘There’s a time and a place’ in reference to the demonstrations in Wales. I’ve been avoiding most broadcasting since a week gone Thursday, so I had not heard about them and was both somewhat confused and bemused.
‘There’s a time and a place’ – exactly. I too have been trying to avoid as much coverage as possible and have still had too much royalty.
I guess it is a challenge for broadcasters to know what to do. Same goes for any other public facing organisation. Is x or y respectful – but to whom?
It’s a tricky balancing act. I don’t care for football, it wouldn’t bother me if it was cancelled in perpetuity. However, lots of people like it and I’m not sure that cancelling it makes any difference in terms of showing respect. A two minute silence would have been fine.
I am all for Mercian independence, as long as you take the rest of England with you.
But that would involve putting my age-old grudges against Northumbria and Wessex to one side, and possibly the Normans and the Vikings too. That would never do.
As a citizen of the United States, I almost didn’t open something titled, “Politics.” As you know, ours are batshit crazy. But seeing that it came from you, I couldn’t resist. It does make me feel a little better to hear about your absurdities, (I think.)
Is that a wood duck in the header photo? He’s gorgeous either way.
If you like them we have more absurdities. 🙂
It’s a Mandarin duck, a close relative of the Wood Duck. The only relative, in fact. 🙂
I thought that duck was a Mandarin, and is that a Coot behind it?
Yes, Jodi is right. Plenty of absurdity over here. 🙂
It’s a Moorhen – often found with Coots (which have a white shield on the beak/forehead).
LOL – I’d really much prefer that all of our politicians be grown ups and decent humans beings, but, until that happens, I do appreciate knowing we aren’t the only ones with such buffoonery.
Thank you to the link for the Mandarin duck. He’s stunning.
That’s why I prefer a monarchy to a republic – hereditary buffoonery beats having to elect one every four years at immense cost.
Politically sound and sensitive
Me? Politically sound? What sort of world is this? 🙂
Topsy turvy, mate