Category: General

You couldn’t make it up!

On Thursday we received a letter from the DVLA confirming that we were no longer the owners of our X-Trail from 27th August. Now, this came as a bit of a shock as I had just got out of it and had definitely sold it. Within the letter it stated that I would get a refund on the road tax in due course. Because the car did not have road tax on it, my insurance would not be valid, and had not been valid for a week. Basically, I had been driving illegally and if I had an accident my insurance would not cover me, I could lose my driving licence, my car could be taken from me and crushed, and if in an accident possibly go to prison.

I made lots and lots of calls to find out what had happened, who was responsible for this and to get it all corrected. The top and tail of it was that no one wanted to take responsibility for the mistakes. The car dealer was blamed at first as we are getting a new car and should have had it delivered on 1st September, but due to COVID and Nissan factory shutdown it was running late in production. I was told that because we were trading the car in and the new car was late the dealer should have updated the dates and it would not have happened. I was not happy with this and argued that if that was the case then date from DVLA would have been the 1st and not 27/8.

In the end, I was told that something has gone wrong and that it would be fixed within the next week. WHAT? So how were we supposed to get about, and me go to work etc? I wanted a car and that was that. This was nothing to do with me, so whoever it is needed to sort out a car immediately. I was told that a car would be with me within 4 hours and the car hire people would call me to make sure they send a suitable vehicle. 3 hours passed and no call, so on the phone I went only to be told that they don’t have a car for me as the place up north is closed. In the meantime whilst a hire car was being found I was given a taxi account to use until it was sorted. But as with everything else in this, it was not that easy.

There are two places that do the car hire, one 30 miles south and another 35 miles north, and wouldn’t you know, neither had a car available. The place north of here is under COVID restrictions and is under lockdown. Understandably I did not want a vehicle that is sat in the middle of a rising city pandemic and made my feelings known. I was promised that my request would be adhered to, but promises are never kept. The southern branch I was told would call me and get it sorted, and again, this never happened.

Friday comes and I get a taxi to work. After 4 hours in work (11am) I call again to find out what’s going on and am told that it would be sorted out today and not to worry. Finally at 1:15pm I get a gall to say they have a car and it will be not he way soon, but it was coming from the branch in lockdown. I did not want to take it, but at this point in time I had not choice as I needed a car. 4pm it was delivered, a Vauxhall Crossland X, which is not big at all, and I think I could fit it into the glove compartment of my X-Trail. A quick spray with the disinfectant spray and crossed fingers that all would be well.

I spoke to the dealer after and told him what had gone on and he filled me in with what he had been told, almost sounding sceptical about it all, especially that he was blamed initially and that I was not blaming him. We have bought 4 cars from him over the past 10 years and never had a problem. I now have this car until it is all sorted out with DVLA, and my car is sitting on the drive doing nothing.

I told you, you could not make it up.

Little Me / Big Me

I keep seeing posts that people have made on social media of them when they were little and now they are big. I decided to join the trend as I thought it was a bit of fun, especially since I have changed a hell of a lot over the 44 years between photos. I thought I’d share with you all to, me at 6 years old v me now at 50.

Little Knitter
Big Knitter

The cruelty of others

I know that my readers do not know my husband apart from things written here which is a shame as he is one of the nicest people I know. I am not saying that because I am married to him, or that we have been together for 21 years next month, but am saying it because it is true. He is totally selfless, will go out his way to help people, and puts everyone, no matter who, before himself. All in all, he is a decent human being, and in all honesty, a rarity these days.

His family, however, are vile, despicable and overall shit people. M’s mum, who was the only decent one of them, sadly passed away 8 weeks ago this Sunday. Not one of his family has reached out to him to see if he is okay. As most will know, M is disabled and has neurological problems amongst others, so life is hard at the best of times, however, his family treat him as though he is making it all up, even though there are hundreds and hundreds of reports regarding his disability/problems, some of which are inherited from his Mum. At the funeral M was left on his own, his sister, brother and father walked together, leaving him to struggle about 20 feet behind, never checking on him. M never complained, he just got on with it. At the graveside, they all walked off and got into the cars and left him there, again never thinking about assisting him and getting him to the car. At the meal after the funeral, all the adults sat together around a large table and never made room for him, leaving him to sit with the children. After the proceedings of the day when they went back to the house, his father and siblings got drunk and again showed their true colours. M recorded them and it is appalling. His sister, a bit of a drunk, sneering and spewing venom and hate for no other reason than this is her true self. His brother is a drunk and drug addict, so need I say more. His father, also a drunk is a spinless pathetic specimen human being. It was like watching a more hateful version of the witches in Macbeth.

Now, I have previously posted about them, which can be read here, and the way they treated M. So, 8 weeks passed and no one has contacted him, apart from a call from his father giving off that the aftershave that M bought for him had not arrived. In this call, his father never asked how he was doing, and would only demand that M do something about the lack of delivery. His father decided to text him today saying that he was lonely, which is ironic as he has all his family and friends there and is always Skyping M’s sister in America, and when M’s Mum needed help at home, his father could not get her into a nursing home fast enough. Nothing has changed for his father for over 4 years. M took the opportunity to confront his father about the complete lack of contact, the treatment he received before, during and after the funeral, and questioned if his Mum did not like him over the last 6 or so months as he knew that the sister had been poisoning her mind. His father answered with “well, she had a lot on her mind”. WTF! M told his father some home truths, that he heard them all slagging him off and that their treatment of him was out of order. His father gave a very feeble apology which I translated as him saying “I’m sorry if you feel that way”. I have no time for them as I have seen first hand how they have been with him and they hate me as I stand up for M, and will not take shit from them, oh, I am also English and Anglican, so double whammy there.

M’s sister has single-handedly turned everyone against him, for what reason or gain we do not know, but she has sewn lies to all that were concerned. She is self-obsessed and I have witnessed her viciousness that has no bounds and is done for her own amusement. She is the type of person to stop at an accident not to help but to gleefully watch the suffering of others, something she is actually well known for.

M has now cut ties with his family, removed their numbers from his phone along with WhatsApp and blocked them. I have had the measure of them for close to 20 years and M now sees them as I do. It is a sad thing that they have treated him so appallingly. I feel that M being gay is the main crux of their problem, but they are also jealous of his independent life. He is happy, does not live in a shit hole and is out of their control and interference, also he was the first one to get out of the country. His brothers youngest girl went to Liverpool Uni, got a degree and was set to have a career in TV/Media, but they forced her back to Northern Ireland for their own selfish reasons, that of a baby sitter and gain control over her life. Why should she be able to have her own life away from there?

I am saddened for M, as he does not now, or ever has deserved this type of treatment, and as mentioned has gone out of his way for them all and others, never complaining. However, I am glad that he is away from their poisonous prison. They have preyed on him, victimised him for their own unknown intentions. Whilst I have supported M trying to please them to no end, I have also told him what I see. I could never tell him to walk away as his Mum was still alive and they doted on each other, but now she is at rest I can and have, and he sees what I see.

I have experienced hate from my own father who is homophobic, racist, sexist and a truly vile man who thought with his fists and whom I have had no dealings with from the age of 15. I have seen my family turn against me because I was gay (lead by one of my sisters), which was their loss for a year or so. I have seen my sister envious of the life I have, a happy life with someone I truly love. I have been at the end of a campaign of sibling interference that failed. I have witnessed this and been at the harsh end of it, but due to my childhood I became hardened to it, gained the ability to switch off my emotions at the drop of a hat, but with that, I have anger issues and a temper that goes from zero to explosion instantly, and I am a fighter. M, however, is the opposite, he is not a fighter, he cannot switch off his emotions and as such his family have been like hungry vultures, picking away at him, feeding on his humanity until there is nothing left. Thankfully, he has now put a stop to them. He can now move on. It will be a long trek, but one that is worthwhile. With each step, he moves further away from his troubles, from people that are not worthy of his company, people that do not know what honour, charity or compassion means. Each day will take him on a journey of healing and the realisation that he is important, worthy of love and kindness, and that he is loved more than he will ever know.

The old saying of “this is the first day of the rest of your life”, although a clumsy cliche is very apt for him now, and as always, I will be at his side for the whole journey. My vows 12 years ago when we got married were “in sickness and health, through thick and thin until the end of days” and never more than now are they adhered to.

Busted Nose

When I was 17 I had my face smashed in as I was attacked by a thug, for want of a better word. He came up behind me spun me around and punched me with the heal of his hand, smashing my nose and breaking other bones in my face and fracturing my eye socket along with other injuries to the face. It turned out that it was mistaken identity, he was sorry, but the police were there and he was handed over to them, but he also got a good slapping from one of my neighbours who was a tough lad and thought the thug needed it, which I agree.

Now 33 years later I am still having problems with my face. I have had many operations to fix, rebuild and correct problems, but like the Martians in the musical War of the Worlds, but still, they come. My latest problem started three weeks ago with a severe nose bleed. Now, I get nose bleeds all the time due to the damaged anatomy of my face and I never think too much about it. However, this one was different insomuch as when it finished my nose whistled. Comical indeed, but after some time it became weary and yes, bloody annoying, yes pun intended. This now adds to the problem I have with my sinuses because nothing is really right, or in the right place. My septum has deviated, and even though the tube on the right side was replaced, it is still not easy to breathe out of my nose.

Yesterday I went to the doctors to see if my septum was perforated which is a common reason for whistling noses. He had a good look with the basic equipment available at the surgery, and could not give a definitive answer apart from telling me the anatomy was all a little messed up and the maxillofacial team would need to take a look with all their cameras to decide what to do next. He could not find much information about the previous operations apart from me being admitted to the plastics unit at one of the top hospitals. I explained all that had happened and what operations I had had along with my last operation in 2005 when my tonsils, adenoids and uvular were removed and I had laser surgery on the back of my throat. Do I snore? he asked and yes I do, quite bad these days because I cannot breathe through my nose. He thought that maybe the back of the chambers had collapsed hence little airflow and could also be the reason for the whistling.

Due to COVID, the wait for a hospital appointment could be some time, so who knows when that will happen, so until then I will have to be part of a squeaky toy or take up the nickname of Wheezy from Toy Story. I must point out I had no idea who Wheezy was until a colleague told me.

Water Drainage

So, I had a rant about my frigging neighbours and their bad attitude to blocked drains in my post, Bloody Neighbours. Yesterday the waterboard came out and confirmed that our drains do not connect to the neighbours in any way whatsoever. He traced her drains and they go around the outside perimeter of my property. The actual blockage was in the street due to a u-bend that had clogged with fat. There is a takeaway that is connected to that set of drains and they think it is from there that the blockage has been caused.

After the guys inspected the chambers and confirmed where the blockage was it took them all of 2 minutes to jet the u-bend and remove the blockage, and in turn, everything vanished from all drains. The went to P’s house and informed her where her drains went, that they had nothing to do with mine and were not connected and the blockage was in the street and she was wrong to presume it was ours or our fault. Needless to say, she has never come to our door to apologise for her shitty attitude and attempted intrusion via a shitty plumber who could not have done a thing about it.

Last time she had problems I told her that it had nothing to do with us and that her drains do not come through ours, but again being a stubborn old woman who has nothing better to do with her life, tries to cause trouble because she cannot have her own way.

We have lived here for close to 20 years and have always been really nice to our neighbours, helpful, and above all respectful. P has lived here for about 8 years and E 4 years, again I have been nothing but nice, but no more. Why should I if either do not have the decency to act like human beings. Respect works both ways and being shitty doesn’t win awards with me. When I went to P’s door she and her son decided not to answer the door and ignore my knocking. They then closed the blinds and 10 minutes later the son’s car drove off their drive with them in it. It really just goes to show the extent people will go to when they do not get their own way.

It is like living next to the coven of witches from Macbeth at times.

Bloody Neighbours

We have two neighbours to the left of my property that just do my head in, both old women that feel they need to know everything and also demand everything they can of everyone they come across.

Today a workman was at our door demanding access to our garden as a neighbour said that her blocked toilet was due to our drains. M refused access as firstly he did not know who this man was, no ID was offered, he was not wearing a face covering, therefore not Covid safe, secondly, as M has brain function problems as well as mobility problems he is under instructions if I am not there, not to let anyone in unless it is the police, ambulance or fire brigade, and even then ID needs to be shown. He is registered disabled, therefore the council, utilities companies and others who come to our house know the script and are patient with him and follow the rules set down. M refused entry and they guy told him that if he did not let him in the water board would be called and he would be charged. He stood his ground and refused. If the woman who had the problem came to the door with him, then things would have been different, but she didn’t. He was told that I would be home about 5:15 and to come back then, but again he didn’t. I went to the P’s house to tell her that I had called the water board and they were coming out as M has priority access due to being disabled, and remind her that unless my car is in the drive not to send anyone to my house. She knows of M’s problems and the rules I have in place to keep him save. Alas she would not answer the door. I called again an hour later and still no answer, even though their car was in the drive. My final thoughts were screw her.

The other neighbour E has definitely lost the plot, running into her tiny garden shewing the birds and complaining that when she moved in there were no birds in the garden and that she cannot sit in the garden as they are deliberately dive-bombing her, and that the weeds growing in the gutter are causing her garden to get wet when it rains. She complained when she moved in that she did not have a parking space and that I should give her the land at the front that is my property for her to park and I should park on the street. She has abused the staff at a company to the right of us as we have a shared piece of land that divides us all and the owner parks on his land next to the shared bit as she wants to use that to get onto the little strip she has to park on. It is amazing the other things she has done, demanding that her landlord wash her bin as the one that came with her place was dirty, also that she changes her light bulbs as some of hers has gone and therefore she must have fitted faulty ones. The list goes on and on. Her landlord has told her many times that if she is not happy she is happy to terminate the tenancy and she can move out. When she moved in for a week or two she had lots of large men banging on her door and threatening her and her son as it turns out she was forced out her old place and ran up debts and her son phoned all these people and threatened them, but he hid when they were at their door.

E’s son N, I think maybe schizophrenic as he never leaves the house talks to himself whilst he sits on the chair in the garden, wears an old bathrobe never getting dressed and highlights his ensemble with a pair of very dark sunglasses no matter the time of day or night. He sleeps during the day and paces about the house at night. When he is sitting in their garden he is chain-smoking and spitting, and his mother tells me he drinks whisky each night, is paranoid about invaders coming to earth among many other things.

I have ivy growing all up the side and back of my house and the side of mine that is over her garden she instructed me to remove it as she does not like it, and the birds are nesting in it and coming into her garden. Part of the ivy growth I have a massive purple buddleia which is growing out of my garden wall. The wall does not encroach on anyone’s land only my own, and I thought I would cut it down along with trimming all the ivy as it is getting too big. I was up the ladders chopping away and out she comes demanding again that I cut the other side as she does not like it and that my trees stop her seeing into other peoples gardens and that I should also remove my gazebo as she cannot see into my garden! WTF! I told her that I will do that all if her son stops smoking by my windows and stops spitting. Needless to say, that’s not happened.

There is a piece of land at the back of ours which is part of our property and is rented out to the company I mentioned before, but both neighbours decided that they did not like the idea of this. The first woman demanded access as “she needs to get to her property” which is a laugh as it does not touch her property and the other neighbour who likes to start fights decided to rant and rave that more cars will be in there and she does not like the idea of them using it. Again, nothing to do with either of them and not their property, but as old women who have no men in their lives need to interfere in everything around them. Both neighbours have their sons living with them, P’s son is 55 and E’s son is 37.

Anyway, I needed to vent and feel better now, so on with he show. You could not make this up!

I have no time…

… for fools and idiots. This last week has proved that to me, and I really cannot bear that people can be so shitty. The point, in fact, M’s sister (two-faced bitch) decided to start talking after her husband berated her about it, but only because of this. She has talked to me, and I have been bloody-minded and made conversation with her, forcing her into speaking to me. However, whenever M speaks to her, her first reaction is to say “what?”. She is partially deaf so she says and cannot hear people, but has no problem in understanding her husband or father, so I call bull shit on that one. Her words to M have been very few, and only when their father has been in the room. God forbid he sees the read her, not that he does not know what she is like as he fell out with her for a long time, saying he never wanted her at his funeral, and that under no circumstance does any of the family let her attend it when he dies. Now it is like nothing happened and they are so friendly it sickens me as once she goes back to LA he will have no good words about her.

M’s brother (town idiot) who lives spitting distance (3 minutes walk) away from his dad’s house where we are staying has not been seen, and the usual text excuse how he is so busy and the kids are playing up and “you know how it is” bull shit arrived within a day of us arriving. This happens every time we are here and never changes. Not that I am interested in him or his wife, quite frankly, their presence in this world offends me to the core. Many years ago they visited us in England and stayed at our home, only to start fighting with each other, and resulting in my pinning him by his throat to the wall telling him I will kick seven shades of shite out of him if he does not calm down and shut up. He realised that I meant every word and they both ended up crying in fear that I was about to go nuclear on him. He visited with M’s dad in 2017 and being an alcoholic showed his true colours again and could not go an hour without booze, which annoyed me, then he knocked over his beer on my new carpet and I could not stop my anger at him, calling him what he is and when he said he would clean it up I told him that he needed to go to bed now and get out of my way. Needless to say, he followed instructions and we did not see him until the next morning, where at 10am he opened a beer to sort him out. All in all, no love will ever be lost there.

Now, M’s dad is getting to see M’s mum every day and I am driving him to the home each day, but they still will not let M in to see his dying mother. M begged his dad to speak to the home manager as he only saw his mum 13 months ago and wanted to be able to say goodbye to her, as fitting a person who is at the end of their life. The bitch who runs the home keeps saying no, even though they have a letter saying that from Monday gone 2 visitors can see dying relatives for 40 minutes each day. She said that the letter was wrong, even though it is written by her and signed by her. So far M’s dad has done nothing what so ever, and gave the excuse that he did not want to rock the boat! What the actual fuck! All the other kids have seen her, so why is it different now? He is a spineless bastard and again I have no respect for him in not sorting this out. M is in pieces, and his dad who pays for the home is doing nothing, and stated he did not want anyone to “cause trouble”. He also said that he would not want them to take it out on his mum. Again, what that fuck? So by demanding that the immediate family see a dying woman as per end of life guidelines and regulations is going to “rock the boat”, more like “I am getting to see her and thats all that matters to me”.

All M’s nieces, nephews, great-nieces and great-nephews live around the corner too and only P and one of his daughters has made an effort to see M. Now, someone new to my blog may think “why can’t M go and see them?”, so to clear that up M is disabled and struggles walking, and if he needs the loo, none of them apart from his dad have a downstairs bathroom.

One thing that is pissing me off is that we have spent just over £300 on food and things for his dad and the others here in the house have spent about £15 collectively, and have been looking out for themselves. Now, we cannot and would not expect his dad to get groceries in for us all to eat, but it would have been nice if the rest of the house bought goods rather than eating their way through whatever they can morning noon and night. We bought his dad a new kettle as the old one was just that, old, and needed to be binned, go knows if it was safe, and M’s sister when she saw it, questioned why. We bought cleaning stuff too as the house isn’t clean at all, and god forbid that his sister cleaned anything, so M and I have cleaned everything, including the dog. The rest of the house has sat on their arses and done nothing, apart from making a mess and use the washing machine a million times a day for their own clothes. It is exasperating, to say the least. This trip has cost us just under £1,000 and has not been at all beneficial in any way, however, if M got to say goodbye to his mum, then it would have been worth it, and more.

So, homeward bound we are on Friday, and I am looking forward to seeing the dogs. I have had Jack as a distraction, who is lying at my feet as I type, and has become quite a fixture at my side, and I will miss him, but as for the rest of it, I will file it in the waste bin in my head.

One thing I wanted to do whilst I was here was read, and that has not really happened apart from a few pages of James McBride’s “Deacon King Kong” which is a great book, and I insist that all of you read it. It is part of Oprah’s Book Club and is quite funny and odd all at the same time. The reason why I have found it hard to read whilst being here is that people here are very loud, and I mean fog horn loud. No one knows how to speak in a normal tone and volume, everything seems to be shouted. M is the only one from here that is quiet. I ended up sitting in the back yard reading this afternoon, well trying, only to hear his sister chat crap loudly about her life in LA and then bash about in the kitchen sink with a cup and of course, put the washer on a spin with towels so it bounced about for another 15 minutes, all in all spoiling the peace and quiet I so longed for. Even the TV when it is on is at ear-splitting levels.

Deacon King Kong, by James McBride

So, that is it so far, expensive, loud, annoying, and frustrating!

Northern Ireland Visit

We are here again, but not on a pleasure trip. M’s mum is very ill, and it looks like she is at the end of her life. The nursing home had in the acute care team to see her and treat her, but in reality, this team is usually the end of life care team, just different words to describe them. It turns out that his mum has had a cardiac event in the past week or so, undetected by the home, water on the brain, and on top of her increased dementia and lack of eating or drinking for the past two weeks, it is only time before he will have to say goodbye to her.

One of the many problems is the home and their constant changing of the rules with regards to M, his siblings and his dad have been told they cannot see her, yet his sister could see her the other week, although through a window and having to sue PPE, which was ridiculous as the window was not open and the head said she could look through the window for 5 minutes and had a stopwatch going and after 5 minutes told her to go. This week his dad and brother were able to go into the home and sit with her for an hour. Next day, no one was allowed to go in, followed by the following day (yesterday) his dad was told he could see her for half an hour, but no one else can, and the same today, with the explicit instructions that he as to call first to arrange an appointment. M spoke to the head and was told that although he has only come from England and is within the safe-zone for travel she would not allow him to visit with his dad so he could say his goodbyes to her as she could go anytime. She knows we are staying with his dad, have had COVID-19 test and are clear, and his dad is part of our “bubble”, but no, she will not let him. I think this is really bad behaviour from the home. His brother is a painter and decorator and is in lots of peoples homes and was able to go in and see her, but M, who has not been out much at all cannot. His sister has come from LA and is also not allowed to see her, and they have both been told, not even through the window.

The woman is at the end of her life and the home have been given morphine and other things from the acute team to help her in her last days, but again, they said no, knowing that she could pass away any moment. There has not been any COVID-19 in the home or anywhere close, everyone here is clear but she keeps coming up with more excuses. The home has said things about the situation that we have checked with government guidelines and have found that they are wrong, but, due to what’s going on we have to tread carefully as they will stop all contact and that will be the end of that. It is criminal really that they are making it up as they go along.

Every one of us is sitting here waiting to find out what’s going on, but the home is keeping quiet and bullshitting us all. It has been suggested that her cardiac events that were not noted by the home could be considered negligence as they know her history as she has had three heart attacks prior to being there, also adding on to the fact they had not done anything about her not eating or drinking for close to a week.

This is Jack, he is M’s dad’s dog, a Roan Blue Cocker Spaniel. He is 7 months old and has become my shadow as I am constantly playing with him and his toys. His is very placid and playful but is mouthing quite a lot and when excited he clamps down quite hard, but all in all, he is adorable, and I would like to bring him home with us.

M and his sister do not get on, long story, and not for here as it is not my story to tell. Yesterday when we arrived M’s dad seemed happy to see us, but the sister decided to completely ignore us both and the atmosphere was terrible, so much so I was looking for an open hotel to book us into as I was not going to stay here. His dad seemed to be struggling with it all and thought it would all be okay, however, last night we heard her husband berating her, and to our surprise, this morning started talking to us, firstly by saying good morning to me, then a short conversation about getting stuff from the bakery to talking to M and having normal conversations. M’s dad seems a bit more settled now, which is the most important thing as this is his home.

I keep meaning to…

I sit in the lounge and think I should write about that, then stop myself as my blog is not political at all. Even though the political system in the UK & USA is draining my life-force away at a rate of knots. Both places have idiots in charge, and really no one can deny that at all. Our PM is a blundering buffoon who really has no right being in office. As usual, he is just there to help his mates out and feather his own nest, and as for the impersonations of Churchill, much to the chagrin of the nation he seems to think the whole COVID-19 crisis is his “moment in history”, but history will remember him for the dip-shit he is, a man without a clue, a man that lets his ministers and colleagues break rules and then criticises the general public for breaking the same rules, rules set out by the very person that is breaking them, proving that there is one rule for us and another for the government.

Now, as for the USA, I become more exasperated with POTUS each and every day, from his blatant racial hatred to his denial of doing anything wrong and then quickly trying to change the subject by slagging off anyone that opposes him or slagging off previous presidents and their collective wives. This week also proved again to the world that he is unfit for the job, by posting on twitter hate videos. No, I am not willing to discuss with anyone who is stupid enough to think that he had not listened to the video, of course he did, and he thought nothing of the hate-spewing from the guy’s mouth. Last week stating that if they didn’t test for COVID-19 then the numbers would fall, yes, this is logical as they are not getting recorded, but it would not mean that the populous of the USA would not still be getting it. Talk about deluded and burying your head in the sand. The latest now from the USA is that there are bounties on the U.S. troops paid for by Russia and POTUS and his people knew. Surely this has to be a crime and impeachable? Again, if you support Trump, then move on as I will not give you space or time to argue in his defence as I do not believe in fake news, especially peddled by him and his cronies. Trump will have a legacy of being the worst president ever.

The other thing I was thinking about is the whole pandemic, and again the way it is being handled. The UK & USA have the worst records for COVID-19, and I am not surprised. The people running the countries do not have a clue, and can only think of the economic side of things, regardless of the deaths, spikes, second waves etc. Both countries acted too late and then acted too soon on lifting lockdown measures. We only have to look at other countries to see that catching early and not relaxing lockdown measures too soon worked for them. Although I am not a fan of Nichola Sturgeon aka Janette Kranky, she proved that her way worked and there are been no more deaths in Scotland for quite a few days, proving that Boris was too hasty, and the whole Cummings saga meant that no one here was going to carry on following guidelines. The same goes for the USA, the president badmouths experts, sacks people who know what they are talking about and tries to cover up the problem, and hey presto numbers climb as no one wants to follow rules, and even if they don’t vote for him, quote him and his nonsense in order to break the rules, and want to “get the economy working again”.

Another thing that our government really got wrong is this track and trace app. £12 million spent on it and it does not work on Apple devices, and more over, no one wants to use it. Imagine, you are in the supermarket and have the app tracing you. Someone has COVID-19 and happened to be in the same supermarket at the same time you were, but, in reality, your paths never crossed, and they came in less than a minute after you left, but as far as the app is concerned, you could now be contaminated, therefore you and everyone in the place, including staff have to isolate for 14 days. Wherever that person went that day, all the people that happened to be in the same places and same time also have to isolate, and so it goes on. Patient zero could have left home and gone to the post office, then the supermarket, followed by the garden centre, and maybe chemist as they wanted paracetamol as they had a headache, (not yet knowing yet that they had COVID-19), then after that, maybe a quick trip to the DIY store, followed later by a visit to the take-away. The number of people now having to isolate because of one person is now massive, yet, maybe no one caught if from patient zero and every person was well, had the test and were clear. Each person within the area after crossing paths with patent zero now has their movements logged from point of contact and all those people now have been added to the isolation number, and so on. The number could go from one person to thousands in a day, and as such people have thought about it and are not willing to go through unnecessary quarantine because the app is too overzealous. The other thing people do not like is the idea of being tracked and watched by the government, forgetting that they are traced just by the fact they have their mobile phone on their person.

I am a carer for M, and also work part-time within the construction industry, I have a heart problem and asthma which I was born with. Now, with this information, you would think that due to health conditions I should have been told to isolate for 12 weeks, but I was not. M has quite a lot of problems and has a history of infections, pneumonia and due to low white blood cells does not have a proper defence system against infections of any kind, therefore should have received a letter saying isolate for 12 weeks, but, he did not get one. I know people that have just mild asthma and have received notice to isolate. So again this country was getting it wrong on that level too. I was away from work for two and a half weeks and then we all went back, as construction never stopped officially, this meant that the owners wanted to get back to work. Where we at risk of getting COVID-19 whist at work? Yes, because the people who used our services did not care about rules, and thought they were better than that. I admit that I do not know of anyone that has been infected, but, maybe that is just more luck than anything else. On a positive side, the council sent me a letter of ID as being a carer, I could go about my daily business and if stopped by police, I would only have to show this ID and they would have to let me carry on, and offer assistance if I needed it. Not that I was stopped or required help. I never even used it to go to the supermarket during front-line workers/NHS times as I thought it was wrong of me when I can go other times, even though the ID and letter stated that I could as I was considered front-line.

Other things have been going through my mind over the last weeks and months, but I don’t feel I need to vent here about that, well, not yet anyway.

Planet Earth… Closed!

So, how are we all doing out there? I hope that you are all well, and keeping safe in this Stephen King novel we all seem to be part of. Or are we part of a Black Mirror episode?

On Monday night, we were told that we could not go out unless, for essential shopping, medicine and exercise once a day. The company I work for was part of the companies that are able to stay open (construction), but, the owner decided that we would finish on that Tuesday. We came in and finished off what we needed to do and got out products that were needed, I did the month-end accounts and then did out lockdown procedures. However, the next day there was talk about opening up again as construction was still continuing and the government had no intention to stop it. I was chatting to the owner who’s son wanted to open and carry on, but after me telling her of a girl who had just died due to the virus at the age of 21, she decided that it was not going to happen and we would remain closed until the government lifts restrictions. We have all kept in touch via WhatsApp and are checking up on each other. One of the lads who is a driver for us told me yesterday that he thinks his wife has the virus, but from what he said she does not have the symptoms. She is a hypochondriac which does not help, and he seems to believe everything he reads on Facebook. On the last day of work, he told me that over 500 people had died in the UK the night before and argued that it was right. I did point him to the official website tracking the infection and deaths and the conversation was quickly changed. Therefore I am not concerned for them just yet.

I have noticed that the streets are a lot quieter, but from what another workmate tells me when he had to go out that the local town was busting with people going about as though it is a national holiday. Some really do not get it.

I had to go to the shop to get some supplies and although the place had very few people in it, some were not observing the social distancing that is in place, which they are reminded of when entering as there are signs quite literally everywhere. I was rude to a woman who had as much etiquette as a truffle pig, as she was sidling up to people as she was shopping, touching everything including people. She gave me a look that said fuck off, to which I responded with “wanker”. It was all I could do rather than punch her in the face, which I could have done as I was wearing latex gloves. I also noted that the main culprits were old men, I say old, ones in their 60’s. I think if you do not follow the rules and become infected then you do not deserve to be treated in hospital in a live by the sword die by the sword attitude.

We have been out to walk the dogs and get our once a day exercise, but we have been doing this at dawn, no one about and social distancing achieved, but the dogs are not too happy as they are walked a few times a day when I am at home, but I am sure they will get used to it soon enough.

As well as finishing M’s scarf I have frogged 2 projects and am well on my way with another Stephen West blanket “Bit of Iceland”. I have made this before for us and one for M’s mum, but I decided to do another on in colours that would compliment the bedroom. I am enjoying it as it is a large project, and those who know me, know I love big projects.

Yesterday I decided to bake cinnamon swirls as I have 1kg of fresh yeast, although I have frozen most of it.

One final thing I got was the Vogue Knitting book. I kept seeing it, but thought the £35 price tag was a little excessive, however, I found it in my rewards catalogue, therefore cost me nothing. Not expecting it for a few weeks and it arrived on Friday so bonus lockdown reading.

Let me know how you are all doing…

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