UBUNTU
I am because of who we all are.
Supporting the 2012 Olympic Legacy—I WILL be positive and endeavour to maintain the Olympians' love of life and its challenges
MALALA—a statement of the failure of religion:
religion that fails to pro-actively promote the absolute equality of male and female is fundamentally immoral and unfit for decent society.
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:26-28)
Diversity within unity and change over time is the reality of Creation. Peter Such, poet and writer (1943–)
Neither praise nor shoot the messenger: the message is all.


Peter Such

Peter Such

A view of Great Berkhamsted from Cooper's fields. 

Peter Such lives in Great Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, England.
Formerly working in printing and publishing Peter Such is currently an occasional writer on diverse issues, as the mood takes him.
He has regularly put his views to the test of public opinion, which is how he twice ended up as mayor of his home town.
 He also stood for The Referendum Party in the UK General Election of 1997.

www.petersuch.org www.petersuch.com
Also on Twitter as Peewit2 (he doesn't take it seriously) and on Facebook as himself (Peter.Such.5)

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Wednesday 28th September 2016 [late after-noon]

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THE EU QUESTION

GENERAL AND COMMENTARY INDEX
THE EU QUESTION

NEVER FORGET
It was Labour and the Lib/Dems that denied us the political vote that turned commercial agreements on trade into political authoritarian diktat. As Churchill said "Trust the British people". Labour refused to do so and the Tories took too long to get round to doing so. Neither presented a competent argument.
We would have had a perfectly harmonious relationship with the EU had France not panicked over the greater empire and commonwealth that we created, for which reason they denied us earlier entry and ensured the rationality and logic we would have brought was excluded from the EU's basic structure, leading them away from proper objectives.

Wednesday 28th September 2016 [late after-noon]
How on earth could supposed "professional" politicians make such a pig's ear as the Parliamentary Labour party did over who was in charge of the party? Quite apart from the re-affirmation of the members' opinion as to how they wanted their party to be run, whose funds derived from their expenditure which the PLP was determined to trash through their individual egos and self-interests. Unquestionably this is a socialist leader of a socialist party, giving ten socialist pledges to which all could assign. However, a pledge is but a pledge. We have no details as to "how?", therein lies the potential of reality, or its ephemeral demise!

Monday 26th September 2016 [late after-noon]
An interesting weekend away. Surprising how full the hotels were, considering it is now seriously entering autumn and the schools have gone back but reflecting the increase in retirees? Friday was an 'ecological" route to the other side of Gloucester, what would have been my unquestioned "norm" but years are catching up and I need to use modern hotels, with individual arrangements and must take the risk of booking further ahead. Family-run B&B establishment hotels are really no longer my forte, the unreliability of my health causes me to leave matters to the last moment but no more. I'll have to take the risk of cancelling and losing out.
     All day Saturday was spent in Stroud. Very exciting. A real hive of activity throughout life's pages. The art side is well covered (I was visiting Melvyn's art exhibition, closing after a fortnight's run that day), fortuitously the same weekend as my visit on the Sunday. I had climbed four sets of stairs to the Attic Gallery to find no Melvyn, so left  cryptic note in his Visitors' book, "I made the stairs, where were you?" Apparently his Facebook note that he would be there 10:00 to noon was for the previous week! I hadn't realised the exhibition ran for two weeks but in any case, their home is very much like an art gallery by default of living there and I would otherwise have called there.
      Not in need of immediate sustenance we decided on tea, so they took me round the market full of local produce. There is also cloth work, leather and wood work—you name it, it's there! I've occasionally seen mixed pairs Morris dancing but never a sole girls' troupe. They were superb and I thoroughly enjoyed their dancing, just regretted I had chosen not to load myself with camera! Interestingly (Lindsey, should you read this) they had gluten free bread and many other products you would have found interesting.
     Having meandered the immediately interesting, including cakes for tea, we ended up at their place literally "round the corner", where I crashed out on the sofa for some time; not sure if Melvyn noticed I'd nodded off while he was chatting but perhaps the teapot's arrival saved the day! The cakes were, as expected, superb but the Damson jam added to them was, as usual from Marie, superb. "Would you like to take one back with you, its the last jar and I'm just going to make some more?" Must remember to take the jar back for next year's fruit!
     Then back to my hotel where I enjoyed myself over an evening meal. So, to Sunday. The address was a house name and a post code, implying the two went together and achieved a singularity! If so, it was in the ether because the supposed singularity was the middle of a housing estate! I passed a couple of cars whose occupants seemed intent on pursuing maps but traffic did not permit stopping. In an easier place I discovered another and approached them and yes, they were indeed looking for the same destination and they were using a conventional map (one of those things printed on paper. I indicated I would continue to peruse and then wander around generally, giving destination up and hopefully we would ultimately meet up for tea! We didn't. Nonetheless it was a very pleasant after-noon, as was my journey back home this morning. Overall it was a good weekend out and about and did me the world of good.

A note left over. Interesting. It now appears Theresa May preferred Leave which is why she was so quiet over the referendum. Seemingly a parallel course to what I believe was the Corbyn approach!

Tuesday 20th September 2016 [late after-noon]
Tim Farron doing a rousing performance to a small audience but where does it get anyone? Essentially a retro review of what has happened. Forget it, move on. He is correct on "National Health and Care". The failure to see all as one is plain stupidity. The balance of local versus national is difficult, I think I am too little aware but then I feel lack of awareness is a general result of having the deep and diverse separations that we have creating a lot of confusion and hard work for everyone, quite pointlessly.
    He concludes with the usual Lib/Dem universality by trying to go in all directions at the same time.

Monday 19th September 2016 [late after-noon]
Who has a better way to say, simply and concisely, all that needs to be said on Autumn but “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”, as John Keats wrote opening his poem “On Autumn”.
     So I felt, as I charged along the much enhanced A11, from a superb weekend with family near Norwich. Saw Attleborough and signs to other destinations on the way and realised I had intended to make the weekend a chance to drop in on others but I had left my hotel somewhat miffed that at the very beginning of the week they had run out of baked hash browns and baked beans for breakfast. The start of the week and they were already running out of supplies! Not the way for any guest to leave an hotel! [It was Holiday Inn Ipswich Road]. So I had left in a sniffy mood to go straight home without further delay.
     The morning was great as the mist cleared. The strengthening sun dispersed my irritation as the open road beckoned. Now there is an expression…. I remembered capturing a similar expression in one of my own poems and while flicking through “Gone Fishing!”, so far my only volume of published poetry, seeking out the quotation, I came across my poem “On Bledlow Ridge”, which opens thus: “There is a gladness in the sadness of the dying of the year/As at the closing of a life that has run a full career.” I think at the time I wrote that, it was nearer late autumn rather than now when, as I look out of my window, I see not a leaf turned; all is a deep, dark green with the mist, perhaps never having cleared (I hadn’t noticed) descending again now it is nearly mid after-noon.
     As I drove along, I thought of the ways that road had changed over the more than half a century I had travelled it. In my childhood days it had been my father at the wheel, driving an old bullet-nosed, heavy, thick gauged metal, dark green Austin A40, with polished hub caps. I had remarked, over the weekend, how car colours have been improved; more subtle, pastel colours adding a pleasing variety, although silver seems to have become to the car owner what white has become to the van man.
     So, I bombed along, occasionally having to ease back to seventy. It always seemed to be necessary to push my previous cars to seventy; now, on a smaller engine, which most of the time was in fact an electric motor, it was a matter of holding it back. Mostly dual carriage way, whereas before it had been single carriageway, held back by being unable to overtake caravans. I forgot to note the time I left as I was in a huff but I felt I had done the journey within two hours of continual motoring, possibly even less, having topped up the tank immediately after leaving the hotel.
      I thought I would keep my notes in my head for when I arrived back home, so here I am, at my desk, gathering my thoughts. Hard graft, the mundane, necessary mechanics of living, otherwise I will not be ready to depart this weekend, which will be a touring round.
      A friend’s art exhibition ends this Saturday (that’s Melvyn Warren Smith Art) for those aware of my connections, then there is another friends’ 50th Wedding celebration; open house to friends on the Sunday and family on the Saturday, conveniently near by (rented for the occasion). Stroud is not an area with which I am familiar, so that will be very much a smooching around weekend.
     Haven’t forgotten a friend’s daughter’s birthday, just sent the card to someone else, to whom I had already sent a birthday card! Now I have to buy another one and get that off first class post! The current event was celebrated with many of her friends last Saturday, I was in the “ancients” brigade (it was her thirtieth) and we had a very pleasant family dinner at her grandparent’s house.
      Sunday was a very pleasant lunch at the 24 in Wymondham, much to be recommended. That was dutifully after church, we are a family that tags along its own vicar (he’s my cousin) and he had been invited specifically back to his childhood home church to preach, which he did most excellently. Unfortunately, the water did not turn into wine and I was driving anyway but surprisingly I had to tell 24 how to arrange a St Clements’. I note the Alford Arms has it pre-bottled but I cannot think of the supplier’s name.
     Felt almost normal, driving along but feeling exhausted as I write: that's the trouble with my background ill health problem. I had quoted to a friend in conversation Eliot's view on time. She, it seems, has a late person on whom she holds much empathy, as do I with a deceaased aunt of mine, "What might have been and what has been/Point to one end, which is always present./Footfalls echo in the memory...". So, as I drove across the Norfolk countryside, many passages of time passed through my mind and were relived, replayed but now, not just with me as an actor but as an adjudicator, interpreting the script as would a producer; filling in the background of the characters and seeing multi viewpoints: the boy's viewpoint; the characters' individual viewpoints; the boy's interpretation as a mature man; the producer's interpretation as presented on stage, or in the family archive. So many ways in which memories, not only revive but also provide alternative interpretations.

Sunday 11th September 2016
A bright, clear autumnal day but British Summer Time does not end until 30th October, so seasonally it is autumn, while the sun's rays have a summer's warmth and the evening's dark closes in earlier and earlier. Contradiction seems life's only constant. We have argument over climate warming, despite mounting recorded evidence of a continual climate shift; we have the EU refusing to meet life's realities in its constant state of continual change, while insisting on managing such realities inflexibly, from a central viewpoint of dogmatic uniformity.
     The Last Night of the Proms seems a fitting celebration of a change of seasons but is sullied by a minority of the small-minded, anxious to turn it into a political jamboree. Apparently an over-rich and possibly under-taxed individual had been handing out EU flags to wave for free, blissfully unaware, as were his wavers, that the traditional multiplicity of flags waved are national flags, the EU flag not being national but a hotchpotch of the unenlightened, determined to force uniformity across their individuality. Interesting. It is the same mistake religion made, again in direct defiance of its own beliefs of Creation: rigid uniform authority across the diversity that was its own substance!
     I suddenly have a day free. A small compensation for the innumerable days I have lost through one or other of my various background complaints, that cause erratic and indeterminate periods of intense fatigue. I was lunching with my brother-in-law and one of his sons but he has woken with a stomach upset, so that's off and I can concentrate on catching back lost time. If I were not so tired I had been considering calling it off myself but felt obliged to make the effort.
     So, time to catch up on gathering unpublished comments!
    Labour were wrong. Physical age has no relationship to intellectual maturing, nor its diversity. O.K., my education was via Common Entrance. Class by year but graded alphabetically over core subjects; speciality subjects graded independently but still by year; houses mixed years, involving social activities and CCF/Scouts/Pioneers across the school. So, total intellectual, social and year intermingling and I haven't mention sport! That is an education!
      From a friend. "I have mixed feelings about grammar schools. I sat the entrance exam to our local grammar and didn't make the grade based on no maths ability (Scoring well on all other tests.) I desperately wished to go and in my teens longed to be in that kind of educational environment.
     Yet I fear its true, grammar schools are not the avenues of equal opportunity idealists would hope.
     Helen Barnard is right , a sound education can prevent poverty in adulthood. Without question, education enables individuals and furthers our society. Since free education first became available to all, post-industrialisation poverty has steadily reduced. We can therefore assume education should be freely available to all and to a standard that raises up every individual. As parent to an autistic child, and as a dyscalculic, I want to qualify that statement with the insistence we tailor education, as much as possible, to individual aptitude. 
     The academic bar appears to be set by elite private institutions but Eton, Oxbridge and like establishments represent the minority. The standard should be set by the everyday capability of the majority. The age of education as a privilege really ought to be declared over.
This could neatly spill over into my huge disgruntlement over university tuition fees and how stealth privatisation is selling students, and our collective future, short but that's another grumble for another time."
     In reply. " Amazing how much we interact with one another. Like you, my feelings are open-ended, the key is teaching to each individual’s need and that is not solely academia. Wide social graces are not the automatic inheritance of all families. I remember being on a joint manager/trade union vetting panel for potential apprentices into the printing industry and was astounded to find one applicant wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps and yet his father had never made any attempt to take him round the factory in which he worked, nor explain to him how his father’s job fitted in to the production cycle.
     With another candidate, I had a lesson to learn from one of the trade union representatives. We had a candidate totally at a loss. Perceiving he really had something to offer I persisted but couldn’t relax him, until this union steward started talking about football. Immediately the boy opened up. We eventually got the conversation round to why we there and he indeed seemed as appropriate I had perceived but I could not have talked to him about sport and aroused him out of bewilderment of his first major interview! A point in the teaching cycle perhaps, relate more to the outside school world?
      “… tailor education as much as possible.” Not just tailor to individual aptitude but to widen life awareness regardless of aptitude. The insistence on making as many disadvantaged be as naturally involved in everyday society clashes with my own ignorance, being brought up in an era when such people were deliberately closeted out, so I am at a loss, not wishing to upset but at the same time more than happy to include and involve.
      The academic bar may seem high but we all need to aim high, including those who might be presumed as the brightest, to keep them on their toes. The key is an old adage of mine FAM: Flexibility, Adaptability, Malleability, the nearest one can get to individual tuition is what the overall system should be able to provide and that should go straight through to university. I took the industrial route from VIth form, then crossed to academe later in life, so like you currently, I had to pay for my university education. Free education as a mature student is a difficult question but in the light of ever faster, ever more diverse changing needs of society, perhaps mature students should also be accommodated.

Thursday 8th September 2016 [noon] 
I have refrained from publicising my Corbyn convictions, Facebook has been saturated with it and interest has long since peaked. This time I see something grossly unfair and I wish to call it out.

Sunday 4th September 2016 [noon]
NORMALITY SLIPS INTO PLAY
As summer recedes into the mellowing banks of its sun blazed pastures. BBC1 gives us "The Andrew Marr" show and "Sunday Morning Live". Next Sunday we'll get Andrew Neil's "Sunday Politics" following his first week of the new parliamentary term with BBC2's "Daily Politics" and Wednesday's PMQs. I feel life is back to normal!

Thursday 1st September 2016 [noon]
METEROLOGICAL AUTUMN (UK)Show
Mercifully, the weather is still summer. I don't think we went later than 3rd September for the last night but for many years, in my youth, this marked the end of the annual open-air Shakespeare festival at Pendley Manor. In my early days of playing there it was a private home; became a private business enterprise out of financial necessity, the family moving into a house in the grounds, being separate and yet a part. Shortly after Dorian Williams (the festival's founder, renowned to horse riding enthusiasts as the BBC's voice of show jumping) died, the family sold to a commercial hotel enterprise (they had by then moved into Dorian's father's manor house, some half-an-hour's drive away).
      This financial enterprise, realising the value of 10,000 people visiting the festival each year, proving that the difference between amateur and professional thespians often has nothing to do with quality of performance, moved the date to the beginning of August, in the hope of more assured weather. In the thirty odd years in which I was actively involved I think we lost only three or four performances out of a potential 250 or more—the audience being under cover! A proportionate record has been maintained since.
     So, this period has a little more meaning than a simple change of season, itself bringing on an inevitable melancholia, thinking of summer plans unfulfilled. Although I tend to fend off excuses, on the grounds other peoples' ailments are usually worse than mine and we all have our crosses to bear, a persistent fatigue of varying intensities does get one down. The decision to fight or succumb is complex. It ties in with depression and that is complex: socially 'down'; feeling 'socially depressed', or simply 'down'; medically/clinically depressed. These are different states of feeling that inter-relate with tiredness. Which causes what? The various things that are wrong with me interact and often cause the same symptoms, so it is not easy to work out which particular problem has decided to raise its head at any one moment.
     Albeit running late, the season is not inappropriate to my work. I am in a prolonged clearing out phase, insisting on checking before throwing out and determining what should be retained, not necessarily for itself but as a 'record of', for historical purposes: "one P Such Esq once was here" and although I have no family, my relations are widely scattered but have children and so something tangible should be retained, if only in tribute to my parents, whom I increasingly appreciate, as I rake the dried leaves of my own bonfire. I recall my mother frequently saying to me (was I that often so grumpy?) "You'll appreciate us when we're gone". I do! I do!
     Medically, I am currently in an 'up' phase and therefore in energetic 'ploughing on' phase, managerially speaking. A week spent simply moving things and offloading too little has uncovered a wider expanse of dilapidated carpet, which is encouraging but still too much is stacked too high and overall progress, each end of the path disappearing into the mists of time, seems impenetrable. I do have a sense of space around me, despite so little done and that is most encouraging. Additionally, a loan I thought was lost, for which preparations were going to be made in an updated Will, although I might have needed it before I went, is actually going to be repaid. This coincides with a coming together of other necessary information that helps to consolidate a cohesive end strategy. So, erratically, one ploughs on. Were it a plough it would be an interesting looking field! Perhaps that is how my life will appear upon the tapestry of the eternal mind?
     For the immediate now, a new month requires a "Weekly Commentary" file and sort. There has been dialogue between me and a Canadian friend on Brexit, which means my EU page needs updating and then there is general administration before I can again look to my main project which looks like becoming several projects! So I continue. Will I have time to final fruition?

PREVIOUS MONTHS 
It was Labour's socialism that determined acceptance of the EU's diktats without argument because it took away their accountability for what they knew the country would not accept. All that is happening now is the rational debate Labour were not capable of holding.

PARLIAMENTARY WORK AHEAD
Boundary clarification. How many seats and what preferred size of constituency population?

Proportional representation. Which system?

House of Lords? Should it be elected or appointed and upon what classification? Originally based on the realities of the day: Spiritual; Legal; Defence; land ownership; hereditary entitlement.

Today? Spiritual but across the faiths (define), including pure secularism/humanitarianism (all appointed/elected by their respective churches); Legal, as is; Political (variable by proven worth, such as past ministers or retired professional senior civil servants and limited party nominations); representatives of Capital, Financial Services, Labour (all either retired or active, appointed or elected by their respective accredited bodies); Education (ditto precedents stated); Health (ditto); Other?

The whole re-viewable by a statutory committee reporting with recommendations to parliament on a ten yearly basis to cover relevance of classifications in the then current world. Modus operandi as at present.

 
 
WORKING NOTES
 
 

So how long will it all take? Sir Andrew Cahn predicts it could be 2035 - yes, nearly 20 years from now - until satisfactory deals with the EU and other trading partners are done and dusted. By which time, the current Brexit Ministers will be in their seventies and eighties!

Highlighting another failure of the Conservative party. They knew this was needed twenty eyars ago. Twemty years ago there would be less to untangle so we wld now be enjoying saeveral years of proven ability!

 

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currently rated 305th out of 330 Trusts in the country) has so underspent its funds it has decided to aid the dramatic arts by employing an actor (presumably otherwise out of work) to teach medical and other staff how to speak properly, when answering questions from members of the Care Quality Commission. Presumably, the other 349 Trusts ahead of West Herts do know how to speak proper, or is it that they know how to answer questions without providing meaningful or understandable answers?
     Only a week or two ago the same paper announced that a council NHS chief had been promoted to a more senior role to advise nationally on the running of the NHS Providers Community Services Group. In terms of community provision Herts stands up well but would it not have been more sensible to move David Law down the road to managing West Herts Hospitals Trust, looking after Watford General, St Albans City and Hemel Hempstead Community hospitals? I suppose we should be grateful that at least something works to a reasonable standard in Herts. At least my GP practice is rated 96.4% client satisfaction and is quite happy to push me into the Buckinghamshire NHS when I have needs.
     I had intended updating my NHS page but I remain waiting a response to my complaint, to an entity I do not know and of whom my GP practice had not heard (despite my being referred to my GP's surgery if I do not know what this entity is talking about). They seem keen to push me into an appointment about which I have no knowledge, especially since they have been very keen not to tell me to which discipline the appointment applies! I currently see separate consultants in odontology, ophthalmology, oncology, respiratory, haematology.


From http://www.economist.com/news/briefing/21702748-new-divide-rich-countries-not-between-left-and-right-between-open-and?fsrc=scn/fb/te/pe/ed/drawbridgesup

"In 2005 Stephan Shakespeare, the British head of YouGov, a pollster, observed:

We are either “drawbridge up” or “drawbridge down”. Are you someone who feels your life is being encroached upon by criminals, gypsies, spongers, asylum-seekers, Brussels bureaucrats? Do you think the bad things will all go away if we lock the doors? Or do you think it’s a big beautiful world out there, full of good people, if only we could all open our arms and embrace each other?
He was proven spectacularly right in June, when Britain held a referendum on whether to leave the European Union. The leaders of the main political parties wanted to stay in, as did the elite of banking, business and academia. Yet the Brexiteers won, revealing just how many voters were drawbridge-uppers. They wanted to “take back control” of borders and institutions from Brussels, and to stem the flow of immigrants and refugees. Right-wing Brexiteers who saw the EU as a socialist superstate joined forces with left-wingers who saw it as a tool of global capitalism."

A complete misunderstanding. It is a matter of sound management rendering service to the payer who should always be in charge.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jul/29/beat-terror-understand-why-explanations-attacks-nice?CMP=fb_gu

 

Tuesday 19th July 2016 [morning]
DO THREE UNIONS IN DISUNITY MAKE SENSE?

too easily associated with religious concepts, in my view, a mere division of philosophy in

 

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/jeremy-corbyn-media-bias-attacks-75-per-cent-three-quarters-fail-to-accurately-report-a7140681.html

 
 

NOTES:

So how long will it all take? Sir Andrew Cahn predicts it could be 2035 - yes, nearly 20 years from now - until satisfactory deals with the EU and other trading partners are done and dusted. By which time, the current Brexit Ministers will be in their seventies and eighties!

Highlighting another failure of the Conservative party. They knew this was needed twenty eyars ago. Twemty years ago there would be less to untangle so we wld now be enjoying saeveral years of proven ability!

 

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I thought I would keep my notes in my head for when I arrived back home, so here I am, at my desk, gathering my thoughts. Hard graft, the mundane, necessary mechanics of living, otherwise I will not be ready to depart this weekend, which will be a touring round.
A friend’s art exhibition ends this Saturday (that’s Melvyn Warren Smith Art) for those aware of my connections, then there is another friends’ 50th Wedding celebration, open house to friends on the Sunday and family on the Saturday, conveniently near by. Stroud is not an area with which I am familiar, so that will be very much a smooching around weekend.
            Haven’t forgotten a friend’s daughter’s birthday, just sent the card to someone else, to whom I had already sent a birthday card! It was celebrated with many friends last Saturday, I was in the “ancients” brigade (it was her thirtieth) which had a very pleasant family dinner at her grandparent’s house.
Sunday was a very pleasant lunch at the 24 in Wymonham, much to be recommended. That was dutifully after church, we are a family that tags along its own vicar (he’s my cousin) and he had been invited specifically back to his childhood home church to preach, which he did most excellently. Unfortunately the water did not turn into wine and I was driving anyway but surprisingly I had to tell them how to arrange a St Clements’. I note the Alford Arms has it pre-bottled but I cannot think of the supplier’s name.

 

I thought I woulind and d keep my notes in my head for when I arrived back home, so here I am, at my desk, gathering my thoughts. Hard graft, the mundane, necessary mechanics of living, otherwise I will not be ready to depart this weekend, which will be a touring round.
A friend’s art exhibition ends this Saturday (that’s Melvyn Warren Smith Art) for those aware of my connections, then there is another friends’ 50th Wedding celebration, open house to friends on the Sunday and family on the Saturday, conveniently near by. Stroud is not an area with which I am familiar, so that will be very much a smooching around weekend.
            Haven’t forgotten a friend’s daughter’s birthday, just sent the card to someone else, to whom I had already sent a birthday card! It was celebrated with many friends last Saturday, I was in the “ancients” brigade (it was her thirtieth) which had a very pleasant family dinner at her grandparent’s house.
Sunday was a very pleasant lunch at the 24 in Wymonham, much to be recommended. That was dutifully after church, we are a family that tags along its own vicar (he’s my cousin) and he had been invited specifically back to his childhood home church to preach, which he did most excellently. Unfortunately the water did not turn into wine and I was driving anyway but surprisingly I had to tell them how to arrange a St Clements’. I note the Alford Arms has it pre-bottled but I cannot think of the supplier’s name.

Man's a complete blithering idiot. That has seriously contributed to a major socialist surge and I mean Corbyn socialism not the PLP burbled excuse for socialism as presented by too many university educated popinjays.

 
 

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