On a day when Jaya joins me on the school run, after picking Joshua up from Kings we stop off at a BP/Asda service station. I get a black coffee and the kids share a sandwich and chocolate bar in a £3.75 meal deal. It is now a ritual. Today as I waited for my coffee to pour another Kings boy came up to Joshua and started talking.
This is Quincey and a photo for cat lovers everywhere.
As long term readers know, almost every year I plant a newly purchased Christmas tree in a large wooden pot, hoping that it will survive Christmas and then flourish outside until I can bring it in for the following Yuletide. On one occasion my tree lasted two years, most years including 2024, it died before getting a second run out and became part of the bonfire night celebration.
I explain why the new policy is not only wrong but will not alter the course of the Ukraine war while creating new risks for all of us.
Unable to sleep on Dr David Viner day, I wandered late at night up the lane, turned back to face the farmhouse and then back into the farmyard. The global warming was falling fast and settling. Viner would have been shocked.
It was 7.30 in the evening and as the rest of the family finished supper I was tasked with walking up to the village to buy some Persil. But as I stepped out of the back door I realised at once what was happening. “Come quickly Joshua, come Jaya guess what’s happening?” I shouted. A few seconds later “it’s snowing” they screamed in joyful unison. But this was not meant to happen.
My cousin Alex unearthed this gem at the weekend. The old man is Uncle Chris reading a paper perhaps ten years ago. On the front is a photo from 1963 of Richard Ingrams, Uncle Chris at the typewriter, and Willie Rushton working on an early edition of Private Eye. The quote, in these dark times for free speech, is very apposite.
I found myself spellbound on all three matters. Does the loathsome Katya Adler, formerly the BBC’s EU “insider” and those responsible for Today live in the same world as me? I fear not as they talked unmitigated rubbish.
In this podcast I offer up some signs of hope for the Democrats after Tuesday’s triumph for Donald Trump. But they need to learn lessons and I go through them in detail otherwise they will keep on losing.
The Mrs. threatened to take the kids away for a night at her parents as she said she could not bear hearing me scream at the TV. That would be a scream of delight if there was good news for Donald Trump or a scream of anger at the appallingly biased coverage we will get on all UK channels.. Just last night Newsnight had me enraged.
I cover all the latest developments including poor Peanut, RIP.
A day later the fire is still burning away but last night it roared. Sittng on an old chair was the pumpkin from Halloween, with hair added by Joshua to depict our chancellor Rachel, from accounts, Reeves. It is probably a hate crime but along with a paper marked fake CV she went up in smoke as you can see below.
My health better on one front at least, I took the kids to Tesco to stock up ahead of the bonfire night party. Then I carved the pumpkin as you can see below. Supper was a creamy pumpkin soup with cinnamon. The pumpkin gets another day of life before, tomorrow morning, it is transformed into chancellor Rachel Thieves ahead of a one way trip to the bonfire, fake CV attached.
One of the triumphs of the last years of my father’s life was getting him to cancel his Oxfam standing order. After many years of trying to persuade him that so much of his cash was being wasted iit was the peadophile scandal that finally persuaded him. Not only was Oxfam employing nonces in the field but it was protecting them after they were exposed.
The news from these 2 states is big and suggests an accelerating direction of travel. The polls are ever more remarkable. Suggesting your opponent is Hitler and his supporters are all fascists is backfiring. This podcast includes an interesting long odds bet
