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Zimbabwe Hyper-inflation Money

Phones, Groceries, Politicians . . .

Sorry, fell asleep instead of posting.

The phone is not exactly growing on me, but we are settling into a sort of neutrality. I don’t like it. It clearly isn’t bothered what I think. Together we can make calls and send texts.

It also appears to have connected itself to something as i could follow a link from a text ASDA sent. The link told me that my delivery was on its way and had 14 stops to make before it arrived. This information was, like a lot of stuff on the web, useless. All I want to know is that it will be on time. Nothing else really matters. I can work to an hour slot, all else is more than I need to know.

When it arrived the bread rolls were crushed. I want packers who can pack. I don’t need to know there re 14 stops between me and my crushed bread rolls.

I see that Nigel Farage has been denied service by his bank, and that this is a growing trend. Farage is a boil on the bottom of democracy in my opinion. He found a policy, ran with it and milked it. He has produced a career from nothing and is, in my opinion, no better than a politically based reality TV star, or internet influencer. They, as you know, are not my favourite people.

However, I don’t think that means that banks have the right to make moral judgements about their customers. They don’t seem to make judgements about their hugely wealthy criminal and despotic customers, so why have a go at Farage? Anyway, once you get into politics and morals, how long before they start sacking their own executives for being devoid of morals, ethics and basic humanity? It’s a slippery slope . . .

Christmas Stamps

Empty Head – Empty Afternoon

I’ve dropped Julia at work, shopped, visited and made a vegetable stew. I then sat down with the intention of writing a gripping narrative of my morning and found that I feel like I’m sitting here with a big ball of cotton wool where my brains usually are. Nothing is taking shape and the time is slowly dribbling away.

Tomorrow I intend breaking the law, which I don’t really want to do. It is a small infraction but if everyone does it, it soon becomes a major problem. It is also hypocritical as I have previously been very critical of people who have broken the laws relating to disease control. The trouble is that the offence is small enough for me to tell myself it’s unimportant. It is also a drop in the ocean compared to the recent  mass migration of Londoners. However, all those Londoners were doing was the same that I am going to do – travel a few days early. It doesn’t seem too bad if you say it like that, but in big enough numbers everything builds up to a tsunami of variant Covid virus.

The first of my warning alarms has just gone off – time to wrap this up and collect Julia. That’s assuming it’s possible to wrap something up when you haven’t really started.

I need 312 words to hit the 250 limit, and a quick mention that the header picture is a type of Christmas stamp I haven’t seen before may well get me over the line. It has. The 63p stamp is from an older series but the £2.55 stamps are for this year’s large letters up to 100g to World Zone 2 (Australia and New Zealand and a few other places). It was a bulk lot of coins and needed quite a lot of postage.

I bought chocolate brownies this morning, so I predict a nice cup of tea in the near future. Suddenly it’s all looking up.

It’s Hard Work Being a Prince

I’ve no doubt that Prince Harry is a hard-working and sincere young man, by the standards of royal princes. Same goes for his brother. And his father.

However, if any of us were the children of royalty I’m sure we would all be doing a great job too. It is, I suggest, quite easy to be a patron of charities and suchlike if your mother or grandmother is the Queen.

I’m pretty sure that in addition to helping charity I’d be up to opening a few things, laying some wreaths, visiting the warmer parts of the world on “official duties” and causing outrage by dressing as a Nazi for a fancy dress party or taking all my clothes off at a party in Vegas.

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Four Generations on Stamps

Ah, no I was wrong there. I’ve never dressed as a Nazi for a fancy dress party or stripped off at a party in Vegas or any other venue.

I suppose that’s because I had parents who taught me how to behave. Harry’s father is not, despite his green credentials, a great role model, and his mother, well what do I say? I know opinions are divided on Diana, and I’m not going to speak ill of the dead, but if she’d been from a council estate I think Social Services would probably have taken the children away for their own good.

Prince Philip has been a bit of a handful over the years, but he’s worked hard and only retired at the age of 96. The Queen is still going and strikes me as a decent sort.

I can’t think of anything bad about George VI.

Edward VIII, on the other hand, the selfish, playboy, petulant Nazi-lover, is not a man I have any great regard for.

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Prince Harry

George V, I know little about, though I don’t think he was much of a parent.

Edward VII was a multiple adulterer as both King and Prince of Wales.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that the family has form for self-indulgent, petulant behaviour, they have different values from mine and I’m finding myself becoming steadily more radical as I grow older.

I thought I was supposed to get more right wing as I aged but I’m actually thinking about starting a revolution and lining the Royal Family up against a wall with a firing squad.

Various members of the Royal Family are shown, appearing on coins, stamps and School Attendance Medals.