Staring through windows

My window overlooks a busy road and so I have many distractions as excuses for doing very little. People come and go all day, kids go to and come back from school while the elderly exercise themselves and their dogs.

One of the local drug dealers no longer makes an appearance, his house was busted by a rather large group of police officers, since when he has not been seen. His family are still there however, and even though of age, the girls never attend school. I wonder how they get away with it.

There is a flatbed truck over the road. It is owned by a guy who collects rubbish from house clearance and then disposes of it, somehow and somewhere. He came out of jail a few weeks ago so I am guessing that his business is legal and above board, though there are many cases of fly tipping around here.

The oak trees are now without leaves so the squirrels are easier to spot. They are greys here of course, and there is no shortage. At night we even find foxes wandering up and down the road as if they own the place, which of course in a way they do.

We are a microcosm of course. The country is in a mess with a government of chancers and villains, knowing that they can get away with more or less anything, because, fundamentally, most people don't care. As long as we have the telly and some alcohol, the rest of the world does not exist. We sit inside our little boxes and look out with unseeing eyes.

still here

 Good habits are so easy to get out of, unlike the bad ones. Writing is one of the former, and my muse seemed to have flown away. 

This is a new iPad, and in investigating its potential, I have rediscovered this Blog. Looking back over the entries I realised that I wrote quite a lot, and that some of that was ok. I also realised that the readership was very select, and that I was writing for my own benefit. No change there then. 

What a lot has changed since I last had a rant. The Tories are still there and despite many attempts at self destruction, they cling on like diseased limpets on the hull of a sinking ship. Of course there are many that still think that they are a good thing, I seriously worry about those people. I heard the other day of a man who had been lying on a trolley in a hospital corridor for hours, when interviewed he said in all seriousness “This is what it would be like in Corbyn’s Britain.”.  Indoctrination runs deep in the core of this country, the Tories did a very effective job there, and the Mail and the Sun, are still the top selling papers.

Brexit has been a disaster as we knew it would be, and the Royal family are tearing each others throats out. We are the world laughing stock and can do nothing but stand and watch as a totally corrupt system continues to bleed us to death.

Ukraine has been invaded by Russia and this has given oil and gas companies excuses to ramp up their profits at everyone else’s expense. 

Now it is cold and I hate being cold. We came back from a long weekend away. The boiler had failed to turn on and the house temperature was nine degrees, the heating has been on steadily since then and I still feel cold. 

So here we are, halfway through January. Spring seems a long way off. Happy New Year.