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The Dull Daily Post

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Mute Swan Carsington Water

After last night’s close shave (I pressed the button with a minute to spare) I thought I’d write the daily post in plenty of time. It’s 8.45, I’ve scuffled through a bit of poetry in my files and established tha I have about 16 poems that are either finished or close to being finished. That should do me for this month as I need between six and nine.

Some of them have been “close to being finished” for several months now, as it’s quite a general category.

Apart from that, looking a my emails (nothing of interest) and answering three comments, there is little to report. I’m just wondering what to do for breakfast, then I’m going to get ready for the doctor and, after that is over, I will take Julia on an expedition to find someone to alter her wedding suit.

It’s nice to get out and about and be useful, but less satisfactory to be used as a taxi service.

That’s the trouble with early blogging. I’ve done nothing to report. If I leave it late, however, I’ve forgotten most of the events of the day, and sometimes, as last night, run out of time.

World events continue to be farcical when viewed from afar. However, I feel guilty for saying that, as I’m sure they are less funny close up.

I’m still not clear why countries can’t just leave each other alone. You don’t need to agree with your neighbour, but you don’t need to invade it either.

Mute Swan

 

 

 

Day 57

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Spring is definitely starting to show now – lighter mornings, lighter evenings, a bit of brightness and a few more flowers. It’s difficult not to feel happier.

This was slightly moderated by three conversations in the shop today (really yesterday, as I’m writing in the early hours of Sunday morning). One was with a man who had just suffered a death in the family, one with a man whose parents have just been scammed out of their life savings and one with a man who has lived here for many years but still has friends and family in the Ukraine.

This sort of  conversation makes me realise how lucky I am.

I( am, I admit, having to do some thinking about death, mainly whether it makes sense to take out a pre-payment plan for a funeral or not. Clearly it’s cheaper to sort it out and have it all ready for when the time comes, but  what happens if they go out of business between now and the funeral?

I’ve also been thinking about keeping my money safe in years to come. I don’t want to hand it all over to a fraudster, and I don’t want to spend it all on high-priced TV offers, as many of our customers do.  I’m reasonably confident I can keep it safe now, but worry about what I may do in the future. I mainly rely on a bad memory and being disorganised at the moment, meaning I couldn’t hand money over to scammers even if I wanted to, but as I get older and have to get more organised, this may become a problem. Similarly, as an incurable collector I would hate to find myself reaching for the phone to buy over-priced coins.

The coin marketing companies are probably even less moral than the criminals. The criminals are at least honest about their dishonesty, but the coin marketing companies, whilst targeting the elderly, pretend to be coin dealers.

And finally, of course, I don’t have family in the Ukraine. It’s bad enough having to watch what is happening without having to worry about family.

I am not a political blogger, so will leave it there. I do, however, dabble in poetry and would like to draw this Kipling poem to your attention. It’s about dane-geld.  For those of you who don’t need the links I will quote the last verse.

“We never pay any-one Dane-geld,
No matter how trifling the cost;
For the end of that game is oppression and shame,
And the nation that plays it is lost!”