Revolutionary Rants

I am zonked today. The village boy-racers treated me to a startled awakening at 1:45am this morning. Ferris woke up too, and decided to verbalise his annoyance. The bang, the revving and the barking all got me in to such a state that I did not drift back off to sleep for some time…

Oh well.

The allotment has been well watered by a couple of wet-ish days, which is great. We are expecting more heavy rain tomorrow, but today is windy but dry. As Chicken is still in his dressing gown presently I am not holding out much hope of getting out to Arlington Court, which was my hope for the day, but ho-hum. I am making a raspberry roulade so hopefully that will be edible.

It has been a weird week, seeming to take twice as long as a normal week to go by. Bombs in Exeter, Jacksons in Appledore, Tories in Crewe… The country seems to be trembling on the edge of a troubled time, economically, and our collective mood seems to be there with sterling. I am thinking quite a lot about the Tories being back in power again. There is so little difference between the two main parties now that it hardly matters, but somehow I am still afraid of a return to Conservative rule.

On lighter matters, I think Raef was robbed! S’Alan has wanted to get rid of him since he opened his mouth and proved not to be a working class lad/lass made-good. Why the slimy Michael survived only Sugar himself knows, presumebly because S’Alan actually thinks - in some sense - he is really a “good Jewish boy”. It all smacks of Trey last year, kept in no one knows why because of the big gob and the attitude. I hope Lucinda wins, not very enthusiastically, but she is a bloody good manager and I like that she has the guts to wear hugely loud and weird clothes in the business milieu, too. Not that that has anything to do with her business credentials, it is just a bit individual and ballsy.