Tuesday, 2 June 2020
Are We Not Mugs?
Two weeks, sitting silently, gently rocking and open mouthed at the brass necked cheek of the piece. From Devious Dom, through disingenuous Johnson to Hat Mancock and his dodgy data.
I touched base with our local MP regarding a certain section of society who having attended several SAGE meetings and were right across what Joe Public were being asked to commit to, but drew the conclusion,
“well clearly, this doesn’t apply to me, powerful people have my back”
Principally Devious Dom.
Are we not mugs?
She currently sits as chair of the Women and Equalities Committee.
During “Our Great Leader’s” recent televised appearance in front of the Parliamentary Liaison Committee, she held his feet to the fire repeatedly over the lack of female involvement in the decision making process over the current crisis.
She signed off her prompt reply to my email with the following:
“I have no doubt as to the immense damage the PM has done by refusing to sack Cummings. He is seldom so out of step with public opinion, and I assume is hoping people have short memories. It is awful.”
I considered contacting her again on several occasions since Teflon Dom’s sojourn north on a variety of matters, but as I have already stated, I took the open mouthed trance of incredulity route.
The following statement was a standard of this house for many years, particularly during the implementation of The National Trout & Grayling Strategy in 2015, but it seem apposite to revisit the old mantra:
We are increasingly led by loons
It’s mayfly time again.
Mayfly are few in number and the dance of an evening has, with a nod to the current requirement for social distancing, been low in attendance. We have yet to experience a significant fall of spinners. Which comes a something of a surprise as kick sampling through the winter chucked up many mayfly nymphs lurking in the weed and gravel.
The mayfly hatch was late to start, and the timed arrival of swifts swallows and cuckoos has been all to cock, so maybe next week will be the week. Plenty of fish have been caught, but it hasn’t been easy fishing. A heavy hatch should spark the locals into action, as most of them sit there on the fin looking upwards in expectation, but with a river so clear, a single artificial alone without a procession of naturals is more often than not ignored.
You will see from the amateur photos that weed is having a high old time of it. Ranunculus is in full flower, and water celery is growing clear of the water. It’s weed having a wonderful time, which is tremendous news for all folk that live in a chalk stream.
The reason the weed is wearing it’s hat on three hairs?
In other news, we have finally been refunded the money for our early April six day trip to Porto.
It’s been a painful business with lots of wriggling by the online agent, and why we incurred a fifty pound admin fee for the issue of the refund was beyond me, but it extended my trance of open mouthed incredulity by a further three days.
Apologies, the name of the online agent…
That’s TRAVELUP everyone,
We won’t be using them again.
Returning to the virus.
No not that F*&^% virus, that keeps making me cross.
At this time of the year, it’s very apparent that we have a cluster of mature trees infected with the lurgy in the middle of the wood.
If anyone needs a rustic broom handle, don’t be a stranger.
Looking up and not down, we find that there are some trees that demonstrate immunity to the virus.
One will be felled and, following a period of maturation, be introduced to the wood burner.
The healthier tree will produce immune progeny and slowly a new population of immune ash trees will form.
If anyone was unsure, the infected ash tree is on the left.
This virus will impact on the make up of woods in this area for several generations, and take decades to be defeated.
Fingers crossed mankind comes up with a solution to the crafty covid 19 a little sooner than that.