7 July
No blog
yesterday, I just don’t feel up to doing much at all and it wasn’t until past
dinner time before I began to have any energy at all. Lying in bed last night,
my head was spinning badly again and we both thought I had labyrinthitis coming
back on. It’s not nice folks, it really isn’t and can come on at any time and
can be awkward when it does. Anyway, it’s gone this morning thankfully.
I’ve had
another invite to take part in clinical trials this morning. This one is to
find a vaccine against C-Diff, a gastro- intestinal infect that can lead to
death. The leaflet included in the invite ask three questions; are you over 50;
have you or are you expecting to be an inpatient of 72 hours; and finally, have
been on antibiotics in the past year. Answer yes to any of them and you are at
risk from C-Diff. I’ve answered yes to all three of them. That now has me a tad
worried about the up-coming operation of course, but not enough to call it off
of course. I shall be looking for more info on the trial though.
Some time
ago, I made a comment about Tony Blaire along the lines of, ‘love him or hate
him, he was good for Britain.’ The more of learn of what happened while he was
in power, the more I’ve come to realise that I was wrong in the assessment. I
am right however, in that him and Brown were able to reverse so many of the tory
cock-ups. Where I was wrong is in the 2nd Gulf War and in Afghanistan.
How many
people have died because of his actions? I don’t know and I doubt we ever know
for certain. That is a question that the Chillcot Inquiry doesn’t go into, but
it does lay the fault firmly at Blaire’s’ feet simply because he didn’t
question the validity of the intelligence report he relied on to send in our
troops. That has to bring a brighter light on the death of the man, one of his
advisors, in a field after his advice was ignored or questioned. That death
needs to be reinvestigated in the light of Chillcot.
The
second major problem that has come back to haunt us is the devolved parliaments.
Scotland has already had one referendum on independence and is now threatening
another one after the clear BREXIT vote. Even in Wales there have been calls
for an independence vote. Every Prime Muppet wants to leave a legacy behind
when he leaves the job. In Blaire’s case it will be two pointless wars and the
break-up of the United Kingdom.
Did you
happen to catch the off-guarded comments by Kenneth Clarke about Teresa May and
Mad Maggie? He said that May can be a difficult woman, but there again he and
the person he was speaking to, had worked for Mad Maggie. The implication there
is that even at the time, Maggie wasn’t so pleasant a woman as she like to portray.
But you know what; I have a feeling that for anyone to get to top of the pile
and become Prime Muppet, they can’t be too concerned about how they are seen by
their supporters as long as they did as they were told. And that attitude
crosses all colours of the political world.
It seems
to me that this sort of attitude doesn’t mean the People of the country concerned
do not get the best from their government. How can they when the elected
members have to tread very carefully over the already broken egg shells of
damaged egos? And people wonder why I
don’t like politians and politics!
Today’s
photo …
Climb to the top.
Today’s
funny … an oldie but goody …
A couple of hikers were tramping through the countryside and had
lost their way, so by the time they arrived at the "George and
Dragon", the village pub where they'd arranged to stay the night, the
doors were locked and the owners had gone to bed. They knocked timidly on the
front door.
A head appeared at an upstairs window and shouted, 'Go away. Don't you know what time it is? We're closed,' and the the window slammed shut.
Undeterred, the hikers knocked again. 'What is it now?' demanded the head.
'Could we speak to George this time please?' asked on the the hikers.
A head appeared at an upstairs window and shouted, 'Go away. Don't you know what time it is? We're closed,' and the the window slammed shut.
Undeterred, the hikers knocked again. 'What is it now?' demanded the head.
'Could we speak to George this time please?' asked on the the hikers.
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