This morning, when I saw how many posts I had written I was tempted to stop the blog and retire. I have, until I publish this one, a total of 3,333 finished WP posts in Quercus Community. So soon after writing a 333 word blog this seems like a message from fate.
That message is probably “Stop being an idiot and obsessing about numbers” but you can never tell.
Julia has returned. I can tell an immediate difference as it now takes longer to select a menu. It’s cold, it’s been raining all day, we have a choice of pizza, pasties, quiche or vegetable stew. It can be accompanied by salad or potato wedges and beans or roasted veg. The clue is in the cold and wet – clearly we don’t want salad and gravy does not go with quiche or pizza. Already, several combinations are not going to work. It’s quiche, pizza or pasties with wedges and beans, or it’s pasties with roast veg and gravy.
Young Nettles
Yesterday, the veg would already be sizzling in the pan. Today it took two attempts and nearly an hour before she finally decided. At this point I remember I have cauliflower and a bag of grated cheese, but decide not to mention it.
We’re also back to watching TV by committee. The Great British Sewing Bee is back for what looks like a lacklustre 10th Season. I didn’t watch it last night because I knew Julia would want to see it and I didn’t want to watch it twice, so we called it up on i-player. This was fortunate because it saved interminable discussions.
Oh, and they have called a General Election. I ought to mention that if I want this blog to be used in historical research by future PhD students. The morally dubious Conservatives look sure to get a drubbing from the . . .
I’m not even sure how to describe Labour at the moment. They have the ball in hand and the line is in front of them. Will they cross the line to score, or will they fumble at the last minute?
I predict a landslide for the Labour Party, sweeping aside years of Tory misrule.
I predict a Tory resurrection, springing a last minute surprise on a Labour Party that is devoid or charisma and ideas.
I will edit that later. Just after the results are in . . .
At least these snouts are meant to be in a trough
I like your cautious approach to prediction. I live in a rare Tory constituency in Scotland and my MP has just sent me a circular so that he can represent my opinion. His canvass is slightly slanted. He wants to know if I hate immigrants and trans people. He doesn’t want to hear anything about what I think about public services or the Tory’s record in government. It looks as though it may be a dirty election.
I should have added congratulations on the 3,333.
Thank you. In achieving this milestone I owe a lot to my readers, and to the preceding 3,332 posts.
We have seen some of this before – traditional Labour areas, as I recall, tend to go right wing when “foreigners” become an issue. IT could, as you say, end up dirty, and it could end up with a result that is discussed for years to come as all the pundits wonder what happened.
I love that last photo…. 🙂
In a school practice match I once caught the ball from three successive kick offs. From each of the first two, I scored; for the third I fell over as I got to the line. I will think of your analogy as I listen to the results.
Great days. Training with the kids I was once at the end of the line as we pressed forward. I waited for the ball so I could score. I thought about scoring. I thought about how I would celebrate my (admittedly minor) triumph. And, as so many times, I was thinking too far ahead when I fumbled the pass and knocked on. 🙂