DIARY OF AN OCTOGENARIAN
- John Copeland -
We voted to come out, yet the wrecking rebels and Remoaners are doing everything to stop us leaving the loathsome Union
"The suspension of Parliament has drawn the courts into making political decisions. This development is damaging to democracy and the Government needs to quell it." "The Times", 12 September 2019.
I agree with Quentin Letts writing in "The Sun" saying: "This is a country that voted to leave the European Union and now sees a political establishment trying to block that. It sees a Parliament, a Commons Speaker, the BBC, civil service and big business trying to stop Brexit. After yesterday, alas, many people will suspect the Supreme Court of joining forces of Eastablishment Reman" Well said.
Facts relating to the Referendum - and how our appalling, treacherous Members of Parliament, having no regard to democracy,, have let us down so badly.
As widely expected - indeed we did not need to wait for the judgement on Tuesday 24th September - the Supreme Court unanimously ruled that Prime Minister Johnson's prorogation of Parliament was illegal, nul and void,. It was a sad, sad day for the Mother of Parliaments, our democracy no more. We might well ask of the unelected and unrepresented Judge: "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" Who guards the guards? When the Judiciary interferes with the work of Parliament, there is trouble for the Supremacy of Parliament.
Bearing in mind that the cowardly, falling apart Labour Party understandably refuses to have an election, the main and only hope of those of us who stay loyal to our country, not wanting to remain in bondage to that hateful Union whose members have spent the last two centuries fighting one another, is to rally around Boris Johnson as Prime Minister to honour the referendum and take us out of that circus on the 31st October, henceforth to be known as "Independence Day".
The alternative choice for the country is to stay in the Union, controlled and dominated by the Germans; abiding by the dreadful judgements of the European Court of Justice; having immigrants continuing to flood into the country, jamming our Health Service and schools; and paying billions every month, receiving little in return. Thank heavens we had the good sense not to join the euro, not having to bail out incompetent countries like Greece and Italy through the Central Bank.
I will continue to believe that the Prime Minister had every justification for proroguing Parliament, principally to stop the wrecking rebels and Remoaners from trying to nullify the result of the referendum that had a significant majority for us to leave. That was the democratic vote that should have been honoured, not that the Labour Party can be expected to honour any agreement. Fortunately, there is nobody to replace Boris..
The electors will never accept Corbyn with his extensive Marxist philosophy that aspires to setting up a Workers' Paradise, and that sharp and spiteful female leader of the Lib-Dims is away with the fairies. (Don't you just love women in politics!). Meanwhile, under the present chaos and deadlock it will be impossible to conduct any Parliamentary business, which is probably a good thing as the politicians bugger up everything they touch. A welcome state of stalemate...
One of the women shrieking at the Prime Minister when he returned to the Commons on the 26th September. He handled the criticism wonderfully
For the first time in many, many months, I switched on the idiot's lantern on the evening of the 25th September to watch the proceedings in Parliament as Mr. Johnson returned to face the traitors. A friend told me to always watch Sky News as the presentation was so much better than the left-wing biased BBC, so I followed the advice, seeing an absolutely bravo performance by the Prime Minster as he tore into the shrieking women and the miserable men, some with horrible accents.
Rightly, the Prime Minister said that the futile Opposition had not one original idea, not able to put forward any alternative options for Brexit, and, possibly understandably, not willing to have an election, which they know they will hopelessly lose as the decent people in the country, wanting us out of the Union, rally behind Mr. Johnson. It really was a magnificent performance by our Boris, assured, calm and collective, and incredibly effective, knocking the gormless Comrade Corbyn alll over the place, real knock-out blows.. It is a long time since we have seen such a splendid Prime Minister, giving us immense hope for the future.
I was at least pleased to see that, apart from the hateful "Guardian and the left-wing "i", the rest of the press was rightly highly critical of the Supreme Court's judgement. "The Daily Mail" had a front-page headline: "Boris blasts: who runs Britain?" (I think we all know the answer to that); The Daily Express" asks: "Unlawful? What's lawful about denying 17.4 m Brexit?;" the "Sun" comments re that woman Judge: "Ooh, you are lawful, but we don't like you!"; and the "Daily Express" says: "Let's be in no doubt. There are a lot of people who want to frustrate Brexit." Others commend Johnson for saying he will not resign, having nothing to apologise about, while on the 26th the good old "Daily Mail had a front-page headline: Poll: Give us an election now..and voters blast Establishment plot to block Brexit." Well said!
One of my friends sent me a video clip of Nigel Farage speaking at a rally, rightly saying that the Remoaners were determined to have us subjugated to the European Union. We should develop instead links with the Commonwealth and America, with whom we have far more in common. I agreed with every word, loathing the disloyal, yellow, surrendering Remoaners.
The terrible threat of a Labour Government
Meanwhile, if you think that the Conservatives are in a muddle with their treacherous Members of Parliament, the Labour Party is in an even bigger muddle, desperately divided, wanting to get rid of a useless deputy and upset because Corbyn faces both ways - an uncomfortable stance - over Brexit. Indeed, it seems that the bitterly divided Labour Party at their Conference has gone completely mad, totally irresponsible. A revised logo would probably be a flying pig.
Under Labour, prescription charges would be abolished; at a time when this indolent country needs to work harder, having the lowest productivity among the G7 nation, the working week will be reduced by 5 hours; and public schools are to be abolished. As Dr. Johnson said: "Your levellers wish to level down as far as themselves; but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves." Fortunately, with Comrade Corbyn at the head, the party will never be elected, the crazy gang remaining in the political doldrums.
The problem remains that even if the Conservatives are returned with a large majority in a general election, Labour being nowhere along with the fairies of the Lib-Dims, the Tories will still be divided, many of the survivors continuing to treacherously vote against their party on account of their own selfish interests. Somehow I cannot see how we can ever come out, despite Boris's determination.
At least by way of cheering me up, I won 2 @ £25 Premium Bond prizes during the month, so that momentarily put me in a happier mode. I need to win a further £25 (with 3 months to go before the end of the year) to equal the top interest rate of a Building Society, not that takes much doing now that the interest rates are about 0.5% when inflation, according to the ONS (presumably standing for over-the-top, numbers and statistics) was 1.7% in August on account of a monthly shopping basket reduced by "games, toys, and hobbies, clothing and footwear, cultural services and sea fares," none of which I bought last month. Petrol went up by 2 pence a litre, food prices rose dramatically, presumably on account of the falling £, and insurances and road taxes increased, yet inflation goes down.
How you have to laugh. the CPI measure being totally worthless and unrealistic, building society investors heavily losing out. They ought to have charity status. Mrs. Copeland has also done well this year with Premium Bonds, winning three £25 prizes for the second consecutive month. A worthwhile investment, especially as the money can easily be withdrawn.
On the 25th I was delighted that I won £500 in the local Church's lottery. Having had a lot of expenses lately, this will really help, and I am most grateful. A worthy cause. Perhaps I ought to attend church more.
Books read during the month
Having finished the enormous "The War for the Sea" at the end of last month, I read seven books during September: "The War Nobody Wanted" by Frederick Taylor, published by Picador; "Peterloo - The English Uprising" by Robert Poole, published by Oxford, the novel (read earlier by Mrs. C.) "Black Sheep" by Susan Hill, published by Chatto & Windus, dealing with the appalling conditions in the coalmines; "Infamy - The crimes of ancient Rome" by Jerry Toner, published by Profile Books; ;"Girl" by Edna Obrian's latest novel set in the sex slavery of Nigeria; "Promise Me You'll Shoot Yourself" by Florian Huber - conditions in Germany at the end of the Second World War"; and "To War With the Walkers" by Anabel Venning - a family at war during the Second World War.:
I could not help smiling when I read in "The War Nobody Wanted", that Hitler believed that because women "could not think logically or reason objectively", they should not serve as politicians, or on juries". The Furher took the view that the place of women was in the home, having as many children as possible, a view that is severely frowned upon today when there are numerous women in Parliament and everywhere else, women almost having taken over the country now that a high percentage of them work full-time, putting their babies and infants in those dreaded nurseries, glorified baby boot camps. Could this be why we have such bad behaviour in our schools these days? A lack of parental control and discipline?
I was amused to read that the weather in June 1939 "remained unsettled for the rest of the month, with periods of sunshine but generally cooler and wetter. The weather in July was even worse". In other words, the weather then was like it is now, this summer having been a poor one apart from two very hot days. Not much climate change, one might think.
Books piled up, having run out of shelving.
The book on "Peterloo" was depressing to read with its terrible treatment of the unemployed spinners and weavers, the Government and magistrates sending in the brutal sabre-wielding Yeomanry cavalrymen whenever there was a political gathering, petitions for the reform of a corrupt and narrowly represented Parliament being regularly rejected. Living conditions for the poor were appalling with mass unemployment, yet the Tory mantra continued to believe in the efficacy and efficiency of market forces.
When you look back on the history of this country we have not a lot to be proud about. The House of Lords threw out any measure of social reform, and successive Tory governments brought hardship to the poor, expenses-fiddling M.P.s feathering their own nests. The Edwardian age saw the greatest and worst division between the rich and the poor, the rich living their lives of Reilly while the poor became even poorer. Life for the lower orders was not much better in the Victorian age, though there were a few reformers who slowly brought better conditions.
I suppose it has to be accepted that Labour governments have brought about improvements in living conditions, Clement Attlee, who brought in the splendid National Health Service, possibly being one of the greatest Prime Ministers of all time. Maybe we have benefited from alternating between Conservative and Labour governments during the past two centuries. After Labour Governments end up in near bankruptcy, the Tories come in and restore the nation's finances, and then, having depleted the public services, they are thrown out and Labour comes in - and so the cycle continues. We do not make much economic progress, but at least we do not have revolutions, and until now we have had relatively stable governments.
Interesting, the distressed economic background of the "Peterloo" years, in which "the nobs ruled over the mobs", is likened to our appalling referendum, the author making the point: "In a general election [the electorate] handed out a political beating to a government which appeared indifferent to the economic grievances of its citizens while taking their loyalty for granted. As it had been two centuries before, this feeling was particularly strong in hard-hit industrial areas far from the capital, which felt themselves ignored by a profiteering and powerful elite."
And so it is today when the wealthy elite, backing the rebels and the remoaners, are determined to scupper the will of the people that was expressed so clearly in the referendum, using every device to stay in the Union, especially for the cheap immigrant labour for big business.
I greatly enjoyed the novel "Black Sheep" dealing with the atrocious conditions in the coalmines in the last century, but "Infamy", about the Romans, was repetitive and dull. Unfortunately, I did not enjoy Edna O'Brien's latest novel. It began splendidly but then seemed to lose its way. A big disappointment, possibly one of the dreariest novels I have read.
The bar at the Brackenborough Hotel, where we had luncvh with friends.
Mrs. Copeland and I continued going out for lunch on a Friday most weeks. On the 5th September we went to the tapas bar, "Olivares", not the friendliest of welcome but the food and service were all right. On the 13th we met friends- the husband a retired vicar, at an hotel in Louth -"The Brackenborough Hotel", a most civilised and upmarket place. Husband and wife were both declared Remoaners, which surprised me. On the 20th we had luncheon at the local Woodcocks", where we saw a ghastly vegan menu with the most revolting concoctions - these people have lost all reason, and on the 27th we had lunch at the splendid "Wig & Mitre" in Lincoln.
We had a family gathering at our house on the 6th September to celebrate daughter Caroline's birthday, great granddaughter Holly, now 6 months old, among the contingent, obviously gathering much of the attention. We carefully avoided any discussion about Brexit, this now being a taboo subject within the family, everybody sick 'n 'tired of the Parliamentary pantomime.
There was the good news that the UK economy grew by 0.3% in the second quarter. Growth was flat over the three months to July, but this was an improvement on the 0.2% contraction seen in the April-to-June quarter, thereby confounding the rebels and the Remoaners who incorrectly maintain that the prospect of a No-Deal will weaken the economy, not that we are out of the woods by any means.
I enjoy the Sunday afternoon sessions at the local Club 4 p.m. - 6 p.m. The men and women separate into their own groups, so I am able to talk to a group of intelligent and interesting men about economics and politics, especially about Brexit, it being the believe that Boris will come up with a deal at the last moment. We shall see.
Terramundi money pots given to me by my daughter Kate.
On several occasions, daughter Kate has given me gifts of a Terramundi, an urn-shaped pottery money pot, said to be "an Etruscan money amphora, the money pots being used in Italy for the last 2,000 years". When the money pot is full it has to be smashed, a wish being made. However, I dislike the idea of smashing a pretty pot, so I drill the bottom, making a hole big enough for the £1 coins to come out, then blocking up the pot so that it can be used again, now having three. The latest one, which I emptied on the 7th, contained £527. I duly made a wish, which has to be kept secret. I will be putting the money into Premium Bonds to take my holding up to £25,000, thereby starting to be eligible for the bigger prizes
Seeing the new season's programme for the Lincoln Film Society, I was not surprised to read that of the 23 films being shown, 18 were foreign from such places as Iran, Israel, Iceland, South Korea and Lebanon, obviously all with subtitles that I cannot tolerate, taking the view that they totally destroy the film. Only 1 film was from this country, yet why does the Society not show some of the excellent English films that never come to Lincoln? Is there something very precious, something very clever, about liking these unknown foreign films, or are they for pseuds? One thing is certain: I will never go to see any of the films, but then perhaps I am not intelligent and cultured enough.
A battery-operated lawnmower bought during the month (£240), so much easier to use than the wired mower.
One of my very helpful sons-in-law who looks after the old folks at home, arranged for the purchase of a battery-driven lawnmower, which is far easier to push than the cabled one that I have, now on its last legs, rather like its owner. This was a great help, especially as it is so much easier to push, not troubling the arthritis in my knees so much. So that was a "Good Thing", as Pooh would say.
Lawn cut with the new mower, so much easier on acount of my arthritis
During the month Mrs. Copeland showed me an hilarious article in "The Weekend" supplement in "The Times" for the 7th September, that had both of us laughing out loud. The article, written by a journalist, was headed "Your health after 50, the essential rules", which would have been better written as "How to make your life miserable after 50." Among the "essential do's and don'ts" was "keep eating carbs", a survey having shown that " those who persist with low carb diets cut their life expectancy by four years.".
There was a need to check blood pressure, "anything above normal pressure of 130 mmHg causing mini strokes that go unnoticed". It was essential to do press-ups, "men who did more than 50 a day having a lower risk of heart disease." Inevitably, there was a restriction on drinking, more than 14 units a week is "linked to numerous ills such as dementia and heart disease", while watching television for more than three-and-a-half hours a day could lead to "twice as much memory loss than those who watched less."
There was even a comment that memory loss had shown that "When asked to name common household objects, such as a potato-peeler, 50-year-olds took half a second longer to come up with the right words than did people in their 30s." As if this wasn't daft enough, another study had shown that the "more frail a person's muscles are in mid-life , the greater their risk of an early demise. This is regardless of whether they smoke, drink or are overweight."
How you have to laugh, especially at my advanced age, all the frighteners being seen as a complete waste of time, having not an ounce of medical or scientific evidence to support the nonsense. The sadness is, though, that there are a lot of people, obsessed with their health, who take notice of this rubbish, and that even if they do live longer, which is doubtful, it will just seem longer, spending the closing years in some seedy and uncaring residential home watching daytime television, surely a fate worse than death.
Hardly able to stop laughing at the silly article, I turned the page, only to see an article headed "Sex life in the doldrums? How exercise can boost your libido". Accordingly, "a study found that 41% [always a very precise figure] of runners feel frisky after exercise... swimming reduced sexual dysfunction for men and women, and cycling had similar benefits for those who rode for four and a half hours a week. But running had the best results - and the faster you run the better." However, there was a warning: "it is important not to overdo things at the gym because it can deplete energy levels. If you are over-strenuous with workouts then it prevents you from getting aroused because you are too exhausted." Well I never!
How can anybody write such drivel, unless it is to make us laugh, finding the nonsense almost as funny as Brexit and those Parliamentary clowns who have not a clue what they are doing. The fact is, though, that becoming a health expert is a breadwinner these days, feeding on people's extensive neurosis about health, this being the "Age of Anxiety" in which a great army of psychologists, psychiatrists, counsellors, dieticians and consultants can earn a very nice little living by peddling all these frighteners.
Daughter Caroline at an award that she was given at a Graduation Ceremony during the month for her work at theUniversity of Lincoln.
On the 9th September, our daughter Caroline who works as Head of Admissions for the University of Lincoln, received at the degree awards ceremony at Lincoln Cathedral an award for her work over many years. Mrs. Copeland and I, together with her husband Phil, attended the magnificent ceremony after having a meal at the nearby "Wig & Mitre". Caroline gave a most impressive thank-you speech, showing no obvious nervousness in speaking to a massive throng of people. We felt very proud of her.
I was also impressed with the quality of the students receiving their degrees, a female student giving a most impressive vote of thanks, using no notes. With such young people taking us into the future I feel that we have every hope as a nation, forging ahead in association with America, when we leave that bloody Union that has held us back for decades. I am convinced that the European Union will be gone within ten years, bankrupting itself in bailing out member countries and weakened by Germany and France
Perhaps not surprisingly in this age when women seem to have taken over the running of the country, women outnumbered men by at least 10:1 at the graduation ceremony. Goodness knows what has happened to modern man; somehow he seems to have disappeared. At least we now have a male Prime Minister who stands up for the people against the Establishment, but how long will that last, I wonder, face with all the rebels and traitors.
Another feature of our modern society is that there are textual and grammatical mistakes on nearly every publication, including advertising brochures and business letters that we receive these days, obviously indicating a lack of proof-reading, the general rule being that you can never correct work that you have written yourself. A classic example is to be seen in the latest issue of the "Independent", a free monthly advertising and news publication that we receive in the village, a catwalk for men's clothes at Lincoln Cathedral being written as "Catherdral." It seems that the poor standards of education over the past two decades, when there were no "spelling Bee's" and no grammar lessons, are now beginning to show themselves with dreadful consequences.
It seems incredible at a time when holidays abroad, preferably at least three a year, are an essential part of middle class life, that the travel firm Thomas Cook should have gone into administration, 9,000 employees losing their jobs in this country - not that will make any difference to the employment figures of the ONS [Over-the-top numbers and statistics], Apparently thousands of holidaymakers will be stranded abroad, making me so thankful that my passport has expired. no longer having to face all that misery. According to the "Daily Mirror" "Thomas Cook fatcats had a £50m bonanza" - and then these firms wonder why they go bust, chief executive overpayment being rife in British industry.
We had the services of the chimneysweep on the 25th September, (£35) a very jolly fellow, and you do not see many of them around in these grim, lawless and undemocratic days. I was interested in him saying that he was a firm Brexiteer: that we voted to come out and that result should be honoured. He told me that he liked President Trump. My sentiments precisely.
That dreadful American Democrat woman Nancy Pelosi is bringing about impeachment proceedings against the worthy President Trump, despite knowing that the impeachment will never get past the Republican dominated Senate, though the accusations could be harmful to the President in terms of the Presidential election next year.. So why is she wasting her time, instead of looking after the interests of the country? Sheer spite, presumably.
An up and down month, mainly to be noted and bitterly remembered for the immensely sad and dreadful judgement of the Supreme Court overruling the Supremacy of Parliament, the Establishment against the people. How I pray and hope that Boris Johnson remains as Prime Minister, our only hope of getting out of that awful circus across the English Channel, and the only person capable of being Prime Minister.
Nevertheless, at the end of the month things were not looking good for either our splendid Prime Minister, a leader at last, or for President Trump, the wreckers steadily gaining ground, determined to block the will of the people. According to "The Times" on the 26th: "If Parliament again rejects the deal [the one the Prime Minister is trying to formulate] it seems impossible for the Prime Minister to request an extension given his "do" or "die" pledge. That would lead him no other alternative than to resign and for someone else to form a government. That way further chaos lies." If the Democrats gain control in America, and Comrade Corbyn and his Crazy Gang are elected to office, Western civilisation as we now it will disappear. As Shakespeare sad, "The bright days are done and we are for the dark."
One of my early driving licences
Going through some old records, I came across one of my old driving licences, issued on 18th September, 1969. In all the 65 years I have been driving I have never committed an offence, not even having had a parking ticket. Not many people can say that, not that there is any advantage in being a law-abiding citizen in this banana republic full of wreckers who want to bring the country even farther down.
When checking items on my credit card I noticed somewhat belatedly that there were monthly charges of £7.99, which I found to be connected with "Prime" membership on Amazon, yet I have never subscribed to the scheme. I felt quite annoyed about this, the money having been taken by standing order since March of this year, meaning that I unnecessarily had paid £55.93. I therefore duly cancelled the membership with Amazon, sending a message to my bank not to make any further payments after the 24th September, the date Amazon told me that the arrangement will end.
I also heard from a friend that he had had a similar experience with Amazon, being charged the £7.99 for Prime when he had not subscribed to the service. Presumably somewhere we clicked an obscure button indicating joining Prime. Even so, it will be a long time before I order anything else from Amazon. not liking this practice. I have deleted my payment card as an additional precaution.
It has not been a very good month in making arrangements. Belatedly, I found that a restaurant I was intending to book for luncheon for the local Retired Gentlemen's Club was closed, despite no notice to that effect being given on their appalling website. And the window cleaners we have used for many months have not turned up for at least six weeks Fortunately, I had received a card advertising window cleaners, and I used this firm, run by Polish immigrants who did an excellent job at a reasonable price, turning up promptly on the appointed hour, using a very effective system of piped brushes with a special water..
I suppose the main problem in leaving the European Union is that we depend so much upon the immigrants, most of whom are better educated, disciplined and prepared to work hard, whereas their English equivalents, especially so many of the youngsters who do not want to get their hands dirty, are mostly bone idle. Without the immigrants, the lights would go out. This is therefore certainly a worry in leaving, all the other threats, such as having not enough food or medicines, an 8-mile lorry jams at the ports, are mere frighteners from the wreckers. Not, as mentioned earlier, that I believe we will ever leave the loathsome Union, the wealthy having had their way, as they always do, managing to subvert the will of the people, Parliament no longer being supreme
The last rose of summer
I was pleased to read in "The Times" for the 14th September that parents are bravely continuing to protest outside the primary school where lessons on Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual and Transgender are being given. It is totally wrong for such young children to be taught about these biological deviations, and it is an offensive nonsense to accuse the protesters of homophobia. I just hope that the protesters win their splendid battle.
I had a six-month review with my cancer consultant on the 10th September, having had a blood test a week earlier. Mercifully, the blood showed that all was well, though again it was mentioned that one of my kidneys is not up to full strength, which may mean a medicine review by my excellent female doctor - and amazingly, she is English, would you believe it. Also surprising, , Mrs. Copeland, who goes to a different surgery, has an English doctor, making us both very fortunate. I have nothing against immigrant doctors, with whom we could not be without, but with an English doctor you are on the same wavelength, sharing the same language and culture, and it is my view that makes a big difference, nothing to do with racism.
Unfortunately, I had trouble sleeping on several occasions, there being two days when I did not receive any sleep at all, getting up to read or work on the computer. It nevertheless upsets me when I cannot sleep, presumably part of my neurosis. Fortunately, my blood pressure, for which I take Ramipril tablets, one a day, came out at 127/76, so that is all right.
Another problem was a head wound that had not cleared up after 10 weeks, the scab surrounded by a yellow substance. As there were no signs of it clearing up, I was advised by the barber who cut my hair to have an appointment with the nurse at the doctor's surgery, who told me on the 25th September that all was well, no medicine being required. My blood pressure, which the nurse took at my request, wanting to check the measurement with my devices at home, came out at 140/80, which was said to be fine. My home measurements come out with a similar figure,
Having to select a different restaurant as the one we hoped to visit for the monthly luncheon was closed, as mentioned above, the members of the local Retired Gentlemen's Club went to "The Woodcocks", near the massive housing estate in the village. There were only four of us present, one member spending three months in Yorkshire, which seems like a punishment as I hated working in York long ago, and another was on holiday with his wife in Italy, the couple seldom being at home, presumably home sick - sick of home. However, it can often be quite pleasant with just four, whereas a large group tends to split up into separate parts.
The Gentlemen's Club has decided not to meet in December, thereby avoiding the utter misery of the Christmas festivities in the pubs and restaurants, certainly wanting to avoid those raucous office parties. Mrs. Copeland was telling me that many families we know were having a Christmas Day meal in a pub or restaurant, presumably because working wives can no longer bother to cook for the family. I cannot imagine anything more horrible, other than a cruise, for Christmas should be a family time by the fireside, playing games and having decent home-made food, rather than a plastic turkey.
Not many food frighteners this month, presumably because the Diet Police have run out of items that are bad for us.
A section of the road that runs through the village, having been made by the Highways Department into a single carriageway with passing places at frequent intervals, has numerous and dangerous potholes, especially by the passing places. The issue has been discussed time and time again by the Parish Council, asking the Highways Department to do something about the danger, but there has been no response. As we were getting nowhere with the Parish Council, I wrote to our excellent Member of Parliament, the Right Honourable Sir Edward Leigh, who was largely instrumental in stopping the Highways Department from ruthlessly cutting back the extensive yew hedges in the village, what would have amounted to rural vandalism.
Sir Edward received a reply from the "Executive Director of Place" (what splendid titles they give themselves) saying that the repairs would be made within 4-8 weeks, a period that ended on the 12th September, but nothing had been done by that date. I therefore wrote to the Executive Director of Place, pointing out the missed date, asking whether there was a revised commitment. From the reply I gather there is a problem finding a suitable material, causing the delay.
Fortunately, the repair work was started on the 30th September, the road being closed for three days. As always. some silly sods will take no notice of the "Road Closed" notice, believing they can drive through, only yo have to turn back.
Avenue of oaks at the end of the month. The leaves are the last to fall on oaks
Having started to play Scrabble on 21st June 2019, Mrs. Copeland and I had a total of 30 games played by the 30th September, playing two games on a Monday evening.Mrs. Copeland won 21 and I won only 9. Mrs. C has regularly played the game with her mother when down in Essex, but I am a newcomer to the game, but with more practice I am gaining ground, the differing scores not having been so extensivelywide.as in the beginning.
What I find surprising is that on the few occaions when I have won, I have often started the game, whereas when I lose at the opening throw I nearly always lose. It must obviously be a coincidence, for the game can change dramatically during the course of playing . Interestingly, not only does Mrs. C. nearly always win, but a sister-in-law alqays wins against her husband, and Chloe wiins against her partner. It seems to me to be a Big Girls game, not all that suitable suitable for men. However, I cotinuie to emjoy the game, even though.like the American Democrats and our Remoaners, I am such a bad user.
The crazy world we now live in
I am finding it increasingly difficult to write this diary, taking the view that it has become a chore rather than an enjoyment. There is no doubt that it was a mistake to change from a weekly presenttion to a monthly one, making it far more difficult to compile, so many things changing during the month making earlier notes irrelevant.
According to the "Document properties" I spent 31 hours and 55 minutes in compiling this month's diary, amounting to 6926 words - far too long.
Somehow i think I will stop the diary at the end of the year. The alternative may be to have a few text entries and a number of photographs, drawing up the diary at the end of each month, instead of charting events during the month.
Last of the summer flowers
Towards the end of the month I spent £145.75 in renewing the Scorpio road fund licence for six months. With the insurance at £264 last year, no doubt substantially increased this year with the rapidly rising cost of living, plus the annual servicing and MOT, it is an expensive possession, only doing about 150 miles a year. Yet somehow I cannot accept giving it up, despite Mrs. C. and family telling me that I am wasting my money. It is such a splendid car, so quiet with its 2.3 litre engine.
The good old days of steam trains that I well remember with pleasure from my younger days. They did not seem to be worried about pollution in those far away days.
On Friday 20th thousands of children, obviously wanting to dodge out of school, demonstrated in the streets about climate change, not having a clue about the issues. Whereas we are making pathetic attempts to reduce pollution ,despite the Government allowing another runway at Heathrow, countries such as Poland remain dependent on fossil fuels, while China and America take not the slightest interest or concern about climate change, President Trump believing that there is no such thing, which presumably doesn't help the issue.
Not so long ago the climate change fanatics were saying that we were going to have extremely hot summers, there being terrible droughts around the world. Now they are saying that there is going to be terrible flooding in so many parts of the world. How can you take them seriously when they change their minds every other year?
On the 16th September I bought £400 of Premium Bonds on line, only to find the next day that two lots of £400 had been debited to my banking account. I "chatted" with National Savings but got nowhere, speaking to a foreign woman whom I could not understand, so I went to the local branch of the bank in Lincoln, where I spoke to another foreign lass, but at least she had a good command of English, telling me that it was in hand and would take 3-5 working days, but possibly up to 60 days. I was told to come back if the refund had not been made within the 5 days. Meanwhile, I have had to top up my account.
What a world! In the old day you could go into a post office and buy the bonds, no trouble at all and so simple. Now everything has to be done on-line with all the associated chaos and risk, nothing simple any more, I believe that you can ask National Savings for a form to apply to buy the bonds, so I will do that in future. Fortunately, the refund was made within a couple of days, so all was well after a long rigmarole.
To add to my annoyance and frustration , I broke a mug that Mrs. Copeland had been given long ago by a friend, being told that it was one of her favourite mugs. I therefore went to Laura Ashley in Lincoln for a replacement, seeing that the one I bought was bone china made in China. Do we make anything any more? This lack of a manufacturing industry is another of the real problems in coming out of that hateful Union, but then this has always been the problem in this country, having an enormous and ever increasing trade deficit.
During the month Mrs. Copeland had a problem with her Tablet. She was told to update her banking app, only to find that it did not work at all - something that usually happens with computers. I no longer upgrade my windows operating system, knowing that the updating only makes things worse. As Voltaire said: "Be content with thing that work moderately well", surely a catch-phrase for our times. Neither the bank nor her operating 3 could put it right, saying that at the shop they were not even connected to the Internet. Incredible, but then this is England.
Later on, when switching on the tablet it came up with a locked message to put in an emergency number, but Mrs. C. did not know what this was, having to go to Vodaphone where she bought the dreadful appliance, having to pay £25 to have it unlocked..
Unfortunately, Mrs. C. could still not print out from the tablet, but rather than go back to the totally unhelpful Vodaphone, she was helped by son-in-law Phil when he came with Caroline to visit us on the 29th September, managing to fix everything up. But why coulndn'tt Vodaphone ppone do this, making me so thankful I do not rely on their services with my coputer. probably lack of staff training, the usual symptom in this rundown country...
A railing that we have had put alongside the steps leading down from the back door to the garden. With my ever more painful arthritis, this railing is a great help, though it cost us far more than we had bargained for, unwisely not having asked for a quotation.
Because of my increasing frailty with arthritis, we had an iron railing made for the steps leading down into the garden. Unfortunately, we had failed to get a quotation, and to our horror the cost came to far more than we had anticipated, £856. but it is an excellent job, extremely sturdy
The loathsome "Sun" comic for readers with a mental age not beyond nine-and-a-half years, the worst of the muckraking gutter press, spitefully printed a problem that a Test cricketer's family had before he was born - a hateful and thoroughly nasty and unnecessary revelation. It is the high price we pay for a free press that is only interested in destroying people's lives and reputation. Horrible stuff.
As always, I had several scams during the month - the usual threatening ones and another saying that there were problems with a £600 transaction that I had made abroad - please press 1 to rectify. One of my neighbour also had this £600 scam, which seems far too high a figure. They ought to say something like £100. Nasty stuff, but it is easy to delete it
The hateful barbarbaric and brutal game of thugby. How can anybody watch this awful game?
Our two sons-in-law are extremely keen on watching the televised World Thugby Cup matches, a barbaric and brainless game that I find appalling, though I suppose it is funny to see brawny players, looking like Neanderthal Man, piled up in a great sprawling heap, struggling and punching their way to get the ball. I would like to see the ghastly, senseless game banned, especially as it causes so many long-term, serious injuries.
As I have mentioned before - having mentioned most things before in this tiresome diary - thugby was played at the Grammar school I attended, but conveniently my parents' house was located halfway between the school where we had to register for games on a Wednesday afternoon, and the playing field, so I just popped into the house on the way to the field, , never playing the horrible game. In those days nobody ratted on me. I also managed to dodge out of National Service, having complained about excessive migraine attacks that I suffered from in those faraway days. They cleared up in old age. Mrs. Copeland says that National Service would have done me a world of good, but I am not so sure about any remedial benefit.
Evening sunshine on the avenue of oaks
Autumn began on the 23rd September, but although associated with mellow fruitfulness, it is a season that I find depressing, a time of decline and decay. Worst of all I have ahead of me the sweeping up a vast quantity of leaves on the law, all of which I have to clear with a blower, but it takes a long timr.
And then there is the thought of Christmas and the season of goodwill (must end 6th January) not so very far away. Ienjoy Christmas Day at home with the family, but the horrible commercialisation always depresses me. As with last year, we have limited each Christmas present to £30.
Late summer flowers in the garden
Granddaughter Chloe has sent me a splendid photograph of our great-granddaughter Holly, now 6-months old.
On the 27th September I learnt that the firm from whom I bought by Piaggio scooter had closed down, as everything in this country is closing down, the economy heading steadily towards recession that has nothing to do with the pantomime of Brexit. I also learnt that the German-owned firm that supplies my electricity - "E-On", sometimes known as "E-Off" when the supply fails, has decided that in future, from this month, payments have to be made monthly rather than quarterly, as I have been doing in the past.
It means that I have an additional bill for £67.71 for September, and probably increased amounts for subsequent months. I will therefore continue to pay by cheque, which causes the firm some difficulty, so three cheers for that. Never will I have a direct debit, losing control of my banking account. One of the few things I agree about Comrade Corbyn's policy is to re-nationalise water, gas and electricity provision, thereby not being ripped off by foreign-owned firms over whom we have now control. Privatisation led to all our public utilities being sold abroad, no longer able to control our own affairs, especially with the present weak and spineless Regulators.
On the 17th I had a letter from my doctors' surgery regarding "Drop-in Flu clinics" when the influenza inoculation would be provided, free to old-timers. I have never had this inoculation, and when attending a Macmillan Coffee morning at our local Club on the 27th September (the only charity I as I had an excellent Macmillan nurse during my cancer treatment), a retired nurse said that she had never had the jab, and therefore did not recommend it, so I will once again not have it,. She said that the important thing was always to wash your hands after any public gathering, something I always do.
The weather was very variable during the month. The first half saw some glorious Autumnal sunshine, perfect weather, but later in the month it deteriorated to day after day of rain. As it is almost impossible to park a car in Lincoln, and prohitively expensive, I was soaked to the skin when riding the scooter, not the best of times to be on two wheels and unprotected.
Caroline and Phil had booked with Thomas Cook to have a holiday in Greece (temperature 26C ) during the month, , but the holiday was cancelled, greatly to their disappointment, on account of the firm going into administration. thereby having to endure the misery of our utterly horrible rain-soaked, sunless climate. It really is a horrible climate, all of us having to take vitamin D tablets because of the absence of sunshine.
It seems remarkable, quite uncanny, that there are such similiarities between President Trump and Prime Minister Johnson, both powerful men being opposed by a loathsome left-wing opposition that gives the impression of wanting to drag down the respective countries. In America the President faces impeachment on a spurious charge by the left-wing Demcrats that want to return to the indolent days of the odious Obama who interferred with our referendum, saying we would go to the back of the trade queue if we left the European Union.
Here. Boris Johnson is gradually restoring the country after the disatrous days of Mrs. May, but is facing an opposition of Tory rebels and Remoaners representing the Establishment against the people, wanting to bring in Comrade Corbyn as Prime Minister.
Fortunately, there is some hope that the opposition in both countries will be unsuccessful. An editorial in "The Times" for the 28th September wrote: "If at least a fraction of the Republican Party does not abandon the president then the attempt will fail.It may even fortify his argument that he is the victim of an establishment stitch-up".
Over here there is no electoral enthusiam for the Marxism of Comrade Corbyn and his falling apart party. As the "Sunday Express" rightly said in its front-page headline on the 29th September: "Boris would win election n Jail", explaining why the Labour Party and the Pigs-May-Fly Lib-Dims dread an election.
We can hope and pray that both men remain in power for the prosperity of their respective countries, hoping that President Trump wins an almighty victory in November of next year.
At least we are enjoying a spending bonanza with Boris, billions to be spent on new hospitals, roads, and more for mental healh - money that shoud have been allocated long ago. Trebles all round.
Comments welcome -especially critical
Lincolnshire 30th September, 2019
Diary of an Octogenarian
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