I'm sleepy ...

30 August

We have just sat and watched the BEEB recoding of the highlights of the Edinburgh Military Tattoo. Highlights is the critical word here, but if those were the highlights, then the whole thing must have been pretty poor. For the first time ever, I was disappointed with it. Perhaps I’m too old now and I compare such display with the traditional military music of my earlier service. I also worked twice on the Royal Tournament at Earl’s Court; now they were always good. But there again, the armed forces were a lot larger then, and much more impressive to watch.

This heat is really getting to me now. We both know we should be eating much more than we are, but by the time we come to eat, we just don’t fancy a full meal. So we’ve been grazing again; god know what it’s doing to our weight. We’ll check it on Thursday after Kile has gone home. He was supposed to return today, but now Jan has to take him to Asda in Coventry to get him some new school trousers, the store here doesn’t in Dorktown have any. But what happens if they have run out too. So Jan is going there today instead of tomorrow, just in case.

The refugee problem hasn’t gone away my friends, it’s just moved to Libya where the numbers to make their way over the Med because of how good the weather is there. Yet again, the traffickers are making a killing, in some case quite literally when their victims die once on the open sea. And don’t forget the huge group of people in northern France waiting to get into Britain.

There is no real solution to this problem really. As long as our life style here in Britain and the rest of the Europe, are higher that so many Third World countries, people living there will want to get here. Those people are the market, where there’s people who will provide some sort of product to meet the need. For those providers it’s all about the money, not people. How can we stop it? Any ideas …?

I’m sat here struggling to keep awake so I’m stopping at this point for today. Today’s photo …

A goat

Today’s funny …

Doctor, doctor, I keep having hot flushes.
Doctor: You don't need a doctor, it's a plumber you need.