A couple of months ago a little spider spun himself a little home in the top lefthand corner of our kitchen window. He/she stayed there for days....only moving to repair or enlarged its web as it got bigger. A few weeks back our granddaughter gave it a poke.....and it instantly moved working away repairing the damage that she had caused. It intrigued me how it could stay motionless for days on end but was always alert when danger approached . It is now becoming a serious spider....it has grown from 5mm to about 25mm....and I am having worrying concerns that if it get too big I might start dreaming about it at night....that it will drag me into its web and embalm me as its next meal.....I think I will have to get brave.....and ask Mrs Plym to remove it to the far end of the garden. Not that I'm getting paranoid about such things...but I've just noticed on the kitchen window sill a growing plant that worryingly looks a little bit like a Triffid. PS.....This twitch in my left eye is now starting to annoy me....I'll have to check it out in Boots and see if they have an ointment for it.
I see TicketMaster have suffered a major hack losing a considerable amount of personal data Did we not buy Wembley play-off tickets via TicketMaater?
Seriosly a supreme being?????? Bloody hell. No pun intended. Don't tell me a born again type. I worked with one of those. His ideoligy was that if somebody committed a dozen murders but repented then when the so called judgement day came that person would be saved. However, if you had committed no crime against anything but did not believe then you would perish in the fires of damnation. And you think I'm barmy. I accept the right of anyone to believe whatever they want to believe in but please don't use it as an argument as if it is the trump of all trumps. Got news for you. When you are dead you are dead. You rot or get burnt but that's as far as anyone goes. Nobody but nobody has ever come back to tell you different. As for the racist part, well you have proved to be that more than once. You don't show much in the way of love of your fellow man which I would have thought was a given for religious people. I'm guessing though that your love of your fellow man only extends to those who follow your beliefs and anyone else can just feck off. I'm not actually an angry person. I just get angry with people who show no compasion for anyone or anything else and continually show it. Given your revelation above I'm now no longer surprised at your attitude.
So it’s been an interesting evening so here I am at 11pm with a post-prandial drink still to finish. The TV has roamed onto “Four Weddings And A Funeral. This raises one of the most difficult questions of the 20th century which reverberates to the present day. Why the **** would anyone prefer that American bint to Kirstin Scott Thomas, the woman that Jeremy Clarkson based his entire career on by merely asking the question “ would Kirsten Scott Thomas like this car?”. For anyone wishing to have their hearts broken, please watch the film “The English Patient “.
"The English Patient".....yes an ok film......."Three weddings and a Funeral"....not really. I do agree with your late evening reasoning.....worrying that it slows your drinking down.
An OK film? Nine Oscars? Best Picture, Best Director, 5 BAFTAS, 2 Golden Globes. After a Booker Prize winning book? You aren't easily impressed are you? And a face to launch a thousand ships. please log in to view this image
Signs of getting old. When the barber is't sure if your over 65.....so he asked you, The latest one that happened to me recently....... Walking along the road and just parellel with a crossing....and all the busy traffic comes to an halt in both directions in case I was about to cross the road. I wasn't.....but you feel maybe you should just to avoid the embarrassment of walking pass it.
Worried parents in Lanarkshire finally took their 3 year old daughter to hospital after the child had been consistently complaining of pains around her nose over several weeks. Happily, ear nose and throat specialists were able to track down the problem, a raisin stuck up one nostril. Now come on, we’ve all done it haven’t we?
THE POST OFFICE & ROYAL MAIL. These used to be part of the Foundations of our Country. We have Fujitsu doing another 5yrs of their Horizon disaster at a cost of an extra £5bn to the tax payer. And now the selling of Royal Mail to Daniel Kretinsky a Czech Billionaire. "Royal Mail...has said its sale to the Czech Billionaire Daniel Kretinsky risks triggering a financial squeeze...raising the fear about the potential threat to the postal service from his debt-fuelled takeover. Parent company International Distribution Services (IDS) has said that nearly £2.4bn of loans could be called in as a result of the deal. Investors of the right to demand repayment of nearly £1.5bn of fixed-rate bonds if a sale affects its investment-grade credit rating...In addition, a sale could also result in lenders either withdrawing or renegotiating an unused £925 million borrowing facility. The disclosures...contained in annual results filed 10 days ago. ..add to the concerns surrounding Royal Mail's £3.5bn takeover by Mr Kretinsky's EP Group. As a result of what the board calls "uncertainty" over the existing financial arrangements in the event of any takeover...it has been forced to admit that the future of the company could be at risk".......(article continues). Daily Telegraph Business Section.....04/06/2024. PS.......I'm surprised how many stamps I've found around that Mrs Plym and I have accumulated with the thingummy code bit down the side missing.....posted them off freepost to get a refund yesterday....at £1.10p & 0.75p per stamp it works out quite expensive.....and with stamps continually increasing in cost I should have done it sooner.
Had a ECG test today....and then I was wired up and sent home with a 24hr monitor.....as I came out into the waiting room the ECG technician reminded me that I couldn't bath or shower because I mustn't get it wet. I in reply said that.....it wasn't a problem because my annual bath wasn't till Christmas eve.....and a women nearby looked horrified at me.....she obviously had no sign of a sense of humour......must be quite a boring life to be like that. PS .......ECG = Electrocardiography for those not in the know.
No and that’s the problem. Physical letter post is a dwindling market and any other business would have long since diversified out of it. But Royal Mail has a legal obligation to provide the service. Worse still, it’s a dwindling market with a huge peak for about one month a year when everybody expects first class service. So you have to be geared up for that with a whole bunch of resources that do next to nothing for the other 11 months. The only worse placed business is Santa Claus Inc., which has literally nothing to do 11 months out of 12 now its elvish manufacturing operation has been outsourced to China. Santa Claus is now just a trading name owned and operated by Amazon. Even the logistics side (the sleigh and reindeer) have been replaced by Amazon Air’s 90 jets and drone fleet. What I can’t fathom is why anyone would want to buy Royal Mail.
Letters to the Editor. Sir I am saddened but not surprised to read that research by the Natural Literacy Trust shows that children are abandoning writing for pleasure as a hobby. The desire to write creativily is linked directly to a love of books... for many of us started with having stories read to us at bedtime. The NLT's previous research revealed that bedtime reading by parents was on the decline ....and was often being replaced by pre-sleep screen time.Creative writing is dependent on creative thinking....and that creativity is being stifled. Persons name.....Burnham-on-Sea. Daily Telegraph.....05/06/2024. Should this trend continue....the future P O will just wither and die to modern technology......as Joe has pointed out to us that writing is a thing of the past....and Joe is of our generation.....writing for pleasure will be no more. My parents never read to me....and I had the embarrassment of being one of the last to learn to read in my class......and my start stop education being in a military family on the move some times every six months or so.... after the war as RAF camps worked to get on to a peace time level.... meant my father was being posted to new situation as a SWO. Fortunately reading did become a pleasure after my school years finished....and no thanks to them. You could say my reading was rather lightweight....but I have accumaleted 100's of books....mainly through charity shops. I have over the years collected complete sets of easy reading material such as......Wycliffe...Poirot...Marple...Morse...Wexford.....books by Kate Morton...Debbie Macomber etc...etc. When I did my 5yrs of Open University BA degree...it was before I had a computer (over 20 yrs ago now)....every paper I wrote was in long hand on A4 paper of course....and any mistakes I made meant starting writing that page again (so much easier with a computer to put right)....my writing improved and hopefully my spelling as well.....but maybe my poor schooling hasn't helped with my understanding of english. Children/young people today can do things with computers like a duck to water....but leaves me at times wondering how on earth did they do that.....my excuse is that it is an age thing.
Obtained from a voice request from CoPilot: Lud·dite [ˈlʌdʌɪt] noun derogatory a person opposed to new technology or ways of working: "a small-minded Luddite resisting progress" · "I'm not a Luddite, after all I work with the internet for my job" historical a member of any of the bands of English workers who destroyed machinery, especially in cotton and woollen mills, that they believed was threatening their jobs (1811–16).
Reading & Writing.......opposite.......Hello the internet (does it for you)......Maybe not the best result. Luddites.....opposite.......Hello machinery (Does it for you)......Maybe the best result.....but hello unemployment in the future ?
In opposing a proposal from Wolves and others that the use of VAR in the EPL should be scrapped, the Premier League has said that without VAR, there would be 100 more incorrect decisions each year. This would include some affecting the outcome of matches. Even if true, it doesn’t outweigh the disruption to the natural flow of the game, which is football’s main selling point compared to stop-start games like rugby. This bears especially heavily on fans who attend games, as they can’t see the VAR video that TV fans can see and are just left sitting in ignorance for 5 minutes while nothing appears to be happening. More significantly though, I think it’s wrong. I see referees doing bizarre things, either not giving an obvious foul or raising only a yellow card when the offence looks like a nailed-on red. They do this in the full knowledge VAR will instigate a review and make a more unpopular decision on review. In other words, they are deliberately giving decisions they must know to wrong and passing the buck to VAR to overturn. This artificially increases the number of apparently incorrect decisions subsequently over-ruled by VAR. Scrap the whole thing. It’s destroying the game and delivers very little in return. The vote is later on today I think. The big clubs are expected to vote to retain VAR and some of the smaller ones, led by Wolves, to vote to scrap it. There are those that say that’s because the big clubs are favoured by the system (or more accurately, by the people in it). There certainly have been some absolutely dreadful decisions in recent months.
Reminds me of the 1966 World Cup Final. Was it a goal or not....the Russian linesman was adamant.....but I always wondered....seeing only 20 odd years before Germans and Russians where not too pally with each other. Now if VAR had checked that out would the ball have been 100% over the line ?.....and if it wasn't would the result still have been 4-2 to England....seeing that W Germany where desperately seeking a 3-3 equalizer at the time.....hence the saying....."they think its all over...it is now" comment. We watched it on a "huge" 23 inch roll top black and white TV....a substantial piece of furniture in those days....at Mrs Plym's parents house.
