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The Fun Departs

Here I am again.

It told me I could start typing or select a block, so I started typing. The only problem was that there was no bar for editing. So I deleted the first two sentences, selected a block and started again.

So far I am unable to see how that is an improvement over the previous system, where you just started typing and the editing toolbar was already there.

I’ve been reading other blogs and commenting, but so far the urge to write a post has not hit me.

I wrote a letter to my MP about the badger cull last night and have written to her tonight on the subject of hen harriers. I saw “wrote” – actually I filled in email forms and sent them off. 

I’ve just had a bit of a struggle trying to add a link to Langholm – a centre for harrier research and conservation, and home of Tootlepedal.

It’s just taken me ten minutes to do the last few lines as the blocks seemed to break and wouldn’t let me add links. As far as I know I did nothing to cause it.

I can’t find a box to link to previous blog posts, or search my blog. I also can’t find a word counter at the bottom of the page. Whatever this “Classic” block is, it isn’t very much like the old classic editor.

In fact I’m fed up of writing this. The complexity of using the new system, and the lack of familiar features, has sucked the fun out of blogging. I’m off to write poetry now. It is more fun and nobody has yet devised a way of taking the fun out of it.

It’s now demanding I select a block to add a final paragraph – just going to say that the Featured Image and Category windows, which were missing last night, have returned.  Featured image is a Speckled Wood from yesterday. 

 

Speckled Wood

Badgers – My Favourite Brushes

It has taken eleven minutes to get this page open. I really must do something about a better computer. Not only is it slow, but as I type I can’t even self-edit because it’s lagging by around 12 characters. Very disorientating, very annoying.

I’m not going to discuss this further as it will probably lead to an outbreak of regrettable language.

It’s strange to think that ten years ago I thought this netbook was cutting edge. That, I suppose, is the price of technology – we always expect increasing speed and ease of use. And we’re disappointed by things that would have seemed like a miracle twenty years ago.

It’s been a quiet day apart from that. We’ve washed and shopped and I’m going to shave my head again tonight. If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing every week.

I bought a proper shaving brush and proper shaving soap today. I really don’t like the foam’gel in cans – partly because they don’t seem sustainable and partly because I don’t like smearing slimy crap on my head. I may have the bald-headed haircut of a thug, but I’m going to shave it like a gentleman.

(Apparently, badgers are an agricultural pest in China, and the meat is eaten, so I don’t feel too bad about using a badger hair shaving brush.)

The picture, as you may have guessed, has nothing to do with the post.

Our Magpies

As I mentioned in the previous post we they have a family of Magpies in the Mencap garden.

During the summer one of the first jobs of the day was often to chase them out of the large polytunnel that the group uses as a workshop. There was nothing we could see that would have been attractive to them, and they don’t seem to nee the shelter or they would still be there.

It’s a mystery, as are the claw marks in the polythene covers. Some of the group are pointing accusing fingers at the Magpies. The scratches are fairly low down, which makes the Magpies unlikely culprits. Anyway, why break in when they know how to use the doors (which are still being left open at the moment).

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Ready for mischief

Other fingers are pointing at the badgers.

The main problem with this is that nobody has seen any badgers. It’s also unlikely they could get past the fence. Their normal method of attack is to charge things until they give way. I’ve seen them smash through fence panels on TV, and I’ve seen the results of them charging into chicken wire on a free range poultry farm.

They have one thought in their head and, as far I know, no feeling in their noses. After one attempt they leave a conical bulge. I imagine that it is the shape of a badger’s face. A couple more tries and they burst through. Unlikely as it seems, this is true and I have seen it. Unfortunately it was in the days before digital cameras.

The farmer who had sited his wire across a badger path without realising it soon got tired of mending it and inserted a door, which he opened every night and closed again every morning. The badgers were happy, the farmer had no mending to do and the chickens were free to range.

All of this suggests that if it was badgers, there wouldn’t be claw marks, just badger-sized holes.

So, not Magpies and not badgers. The mystery deepens.

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Sentry duty

Meanwhile, back at the Magpies, they were round again this morning, parading around, setting look-outs in treetops and looking for mischief. Unlike earlier in the year, when they stripped two cherry trees, there’s not much for them to do at the moment.