Somehow the day just sort of slipped by without me finding the time to post anything, which is probably just as well.
But meanwhile, the world - at least, this little corner of it - seems intent on going to hell in a handcart.
A traffic warden in a town not so vary far along the coast ticketed vehicles parked on private land. Shops in a short row in the town each have a strip of land beside them and the shopkeepers, not surprisingly, use them for parking their vehicles. The road at that point has double yellow lines indicating that parking is prohibited. Notwithstanding the fact that the vehicles were not parked on the road, they were ticketed because they had to cross the double yellow lines to get to where they were. And that, according to the traffic warden, is illegal. But what about where the council has provided drop kerbs for people to enter their driveways, and subsequently painted dou8ble yellow lines?
The council concerned (Worthing) has apparently refused to cancel the tickets but said that the drivers can use the appeal process.
Anyway, there are signs at the entrance to an area where I sometimes walk the dog that say "fouling prohibited. Offenders will be subject to a fine of up to £1000 or prosecution." My dog doesn't ANY money, let alone a thousand smackers!
And what about that distinguished actress (or should I call her an actor?) Dame Helen Mirren? She has been reported as saying that a boy should not put his arm across the shoulders of a girl. That, according to her, shows that he treats her as "his property", not as an equal. She neglected to give her opinion of a girl putting her arm around the waist of the same boy.
Another one who is living in cloud cuckoo land (in my humble opinion) is the new leader of Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition, Mr Jeremy Corbyn. He has been known to advocate that we in this country should follow the example of Costa Rica and get rid of our armed forces, or at least allow people to opt out of contributing towards the cost of them by deducting that from the taxes they pay. He has wasted no time in showing his true (republican) colours either. A service was held yesterday commemorating the men who took part in the Battle of Britain 75 years ago. Mr C, having turned up with mismatching jacket and trousers, the top button of his shirt undone and his tie askew - at least he had put on a tie for once, refused to sing the national anthem but stood in silence. (I suppose we should be grateful that he even stood.) It seems to have passed him by that this was a service recognising the men, many of whom died, who were instrumental in ensuring that this country and he retained the right to express his mealy-mouthed, weaselly opinions. It will be interesting to see if he manages to tidy himself up for Remembrance Day.