Do you know what?

My eyes.

Oh well, here we all are on Boxing Day...well here I am at least. 

I'm not awfully sure about the level of readership of the deathless prose contained herein but it beats talking to yourself.

 After the Festive surfeit of yesterday( food consumed by way of Xmas feast comprised of a whole can of baked beans with copious amounts of olive oil along with added vegetable bouillon, two fried eggs,three rounds of toast with two cups of muesli before all that...and almost enough tea to overload the local sewerage system.

Thus Christmas day was spent peacefully-the only crisis that occurred was that my trusty kettle managed to stop working. 

But this was but a minor problem-I used the reserve kettle.

Apart from spending some time on the internet winding-up some right-wing bigot there wasn't all that much activity and before long it was time for bed so bed-wards I headed.

Boxing Day dawned to the screeching of tyres- I awoke with a bit of a start thinking that it was a little odd that I should be hearing such a noise, so I got out of bed to go and investigate. 

After checking outside and failing to see any motor vehicles at all and no skid marks on the road I decided that I must have been dreaming.

So I fed and watered myself before setting back to bed.

( footnote: this is exciting as it gets )

 With not a lot to do in the way of keeping myself amused...so write a 'blog entry. Now, what can I write about?

                                  Here Goes Nothing

It must be something to do with the weather...but I am definitely feeling grumpier than I usually do-and that is worrying... .

 

 ...or maybe it has something to do with the time of year... .

So, here we are in the third week in November and already the decoration heralding the consumer orgy of Christmas are being hoiked up with an alacrity that is alarming. 

I mean-for chrissake, some folk haven't yet removed their Halloween decorations. 

I don't know what to make of it

Oh well, I've just spent an hour or so refining a draft of my latest ramblings only to delete the damned thing!
Actually, I was quite pleased with the way that it was going and so decided to save it as a draft.
I really must be more careful choosing the button to click!
In the meantime I'm off for a sulk!

I think that it must be something to do with the time of year/ change in the weather/the fact that I'm bored that I feel the urge to write something on this here blog.
This is where I come up against a bit of problem...I haven't got anything to write about!
This hasn't stopped me in the past.
 I suppose that all this really means is, that as time passes and I get a little older, I must be acquiring a more refined sense of what I really want to hold forth on... or something like that, it is entirely up to you to determine, dear reader.

It's been a long time since I wrote anything.

Rowan Atkinson's speech at Reform Section 5 Parliamentary reception

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It must be that time of year again... .

It must be that time of year again, the weather is dreich - much like the political situation in the U.K. .

Our wonderful, caring Conservative Party led Government ( with the Lib-dems trailing along in coalition, just like a demented puppy-dog ) have seen fit to implement " measures "
that will , supposedly, help to reduce the mind-bogglingly large nation debt of the U.K. .

How are they going to do this I hear you ask-the way that they are going to do this is by stopping the benefit payments of everyone who " fails " the Medical they are made to undertake.
Until quite recently the " Medicals "were carried out by a Firm called  'ATOS'.
The medicals consisted of answering a series of questions, the answers being fed into a computer via some " Qualified Medical Personnel " or other usually a nurse, physiotherapist or some other low grade numpty.

Now, some of you might be a tad shocked at the last word that I used in the previous sentence, the reason for my using it is well founded.

These people performing these tests lack the necessary skill to perform this function adequately.

There have been occasions when they have passed a " Fit for Work " a man who suffered a heart attack whilst being examined. In another case the DWP actually STOPPED the payment of benefit to a woman because failed to turn up for a medical examination.
 The reason for her non-compliance was that she was in a coma!
It gets better!
When they ( the DWP ) were informed of this poor Woman's predicament what did they do?

They sent her a letter informing her of date of the commencement of her " Training Programme "!

You couldn't make such nonsense up!
It reads like some plot-line that Franz Kafka thought up and rejected for its lack of credibility!