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Spam, Spam, Spam . . .

Sorry, I seem to have become an unreliable WordPresser recently – not much reading and some very erratic writing. I won’t promise to try harder because, believe it or not, I am trying harder. I’m just not very good at it.

It’s partly the fault of the Russians. They invaded Ukraine, gas supplies went up in price and we all decided to economise. That means I spend more time in the living room and less in the dining room. That is where I do my writing, on a junk covered table that has been used as a desk far longer than it was ever used as a dining table (and was actually a second-hand office table I was given about forty years ago). Conjure with that mental picture for a while, it’s hard to imagine why I’ve never been featured in a glossy magazine spread on elegant living, isn’t it?

We have, so far, only had the heating on for one day. It’s a mild autumn, which is lucky. The living room is a slightly warmer room than the dining room, which opens onto the kitchen and faces north. The living room has thicker carpets and is smaller and less draughty. We sit there with blankets on our knees talking about the good old days and saving money on gas so we can spend it on cake and my collection.

I could write in the living room, but I don’t write well when I balance a laptop on my knee, and it seems anti-social. I could use a pad and pen, but these days it’s harder to write when TV is on – I no longer have that youthful capacity to work and listen to TV. Sometimes I even find it hard to converse while TV is on.

So there you go – Russians, cold, WP and my mental decline, all in one post.

So, why the title? It’s because I was researching some South African medals on a family history website. Ancestry, my normal site, doesn’t cover South Africa, so I tried some others. One of them seems to have triggered an avalanche of spam. First of all I got adverts for anti-virus software and then threats about harmful viruses on my computer. I’ve had them before, but have ignored them and they have faded away.This time, though they came to nothing, they did leave me with an annoying number of pop-ups. I’ve downloaded a free pop-up blocker. So far this morning it has blocked 62 pop-ups – that’s about one every twenty seconds. It’s hard work using a computer when a third of the screen is constantly choked with spam. I am, to say the least, frustrated and annoyed, and wishing I’d not bothered with the South African family research.

The picture? Fund-raising flags for Serbia, from around 1914. We bought them in with some junk a few weeks ago. The problem with the Balkans are still with us, as are our problems with the Russian Bear and jingoism.

Day 34

Very little to say today. This partly because nothing much happened. It was a bit warmer. I feel a bit better. We liquidised last night’s vegetable stew and had vegetable soup for tea. We also had two short-dated fruit tarts which Julia had bought for a few pence yesterday. They were undoubtedly bad for us but we enjoyed them, and at least there was some fruit involved.

Gas prices have gone up massively, which wasn’t a surprise. They are not guaranteed to go down either, which was not a surprise either. They seldom do. The government isn’t doing much to help with gas prices, I am told, but to be honest I wasn’t aware that government’s  job was to pay for my heating.

Government’s job in the past was to build nuclear power stations so we could generate electricity, but nobody wanted them to do that. Maybe they should now be encouraging wind power, but everyone whines about windmills spoiling their view.

They should encourage solar panels, by making it a condition of planning permission that all new homes should have solar panels as standard. A hundred acres of solar panels taking up farm land is a problem, but a hundred acres of solar panels on roofs won’t harm anyone.

Then, if they can just find a way for people to run their gas heating systems using renewable electricity we will all be laughing. That’s a point that the renewable energy spokesman missed in his press release this afternoon. How exactly does renewable electricity make my gas fire work?

I’m glad I’m not the one who has to sort it all out.

The picture is from February 2019. Was it only three years ago that we considered going out for tea and scones to be a pleasurable pursuit rather than a dangerous sport?