The fog is lifting

 I didn't get around to writing a post yesterday. Crafty Club happens on a Monday morning. After that I had a natter with my friend for an hour or two in her toasty warm kitchen. The TV was on and we watched and half listened to the live shenanigans going on outside the Crown Court. What a circus that was. The verdict came. Guilty, ten and a half years. That's that then, now can we get on with our lives. 

After lunch I went off to the litter bin where I leave my bags. I want to tidy up the area once the bags have been taken away. Not going to happen today, they are still there. Plan B. I could see litter strewn down the edges of a long road. Get a fresh bag, go for a walk, and pick it up. There wasn't enough to fill the bag. I know what I will do. Go to one of the overflowing bins and top it up from there. Then leave it beside that bin. That looks a bit better. Dark by now so no photographs. 

I enjoyed a second portion of the loverly stew I made the day before. I ought to write something on the blog. I wasn't in the mood. The thoughts going through my head were a big jumble. I tried to look at the events of the day from different angles, and I keep coming back to how great swathes of the general public are consumed by bitterness and anger. Not only on the Brand subject, which incidentally is my mothers maiden name, but every aspect of the news at the moment is dominated by a sprinkling of fact, plus tons of word salad to fill in the gaps. 

What I think of the charges, the trial, the verdict, and the sentencing, doesn't matter. I see the whole circus for what it is. This is just another distraction meant to occupy brain space in people's heads so they are temporarily blinded from the other more serious injustices which are going on.

I went to bed at 10.30pm last night. I wasn't really tired, but sought solace under the covers. Let me sleep to escape this crazy world. I was up again at 11.30pm to make a drink. A mug of Horlicks might send me to sleep. Crank up the computer, which it is said is the worst thing you can do. My posts on UK Litter pickers are very busy at the moment, I like to keep ahead of the game there, and reply to any comments which are appropriate. 

I clicked on a 33 minute video from a random yoootooober. I usually give it a couple of minutes, then move on if I have no interest in the subject matter. This man spoke clearly and concisely so I stuck with it. An ordinary guy, a hardworking family man who wants to do the best for his family. He then continues with the story of how the street where he lives, the area around his house, has become a litter magnet. So he watches and observes. He picks the litter up. 

His eyes tell him that large groups of men, large being 20 - 30 - 40 ish, constantly walk past his house several times a day. It turns out that a local well known hotel has been filled with newcomers. This man is very uncomfortable with that and does some investigating. The men hang around the playing field and the children's playground. What he says should raise concerns for everybody. 

Surely the invasion of our country should top every conversation as the situation is becoming more apparent, but no. Over the garden fence gossip, has been manufactured by those who have an agenda to use their power for world dominance. 

The Brand story will rumble on and on, until the mainstream media, all media, dig out the next juicy word salad, in an attempt to blindfold those who able to work things out for themselves.  

Eight ducks for breakfast this morning.

Let sleeping cats lie. All had breakfast, now it's snooze time. Mayze on her bed on the table. Oscar with his back to the radiator. Mickey curled up on the duvet. 

All is well. The fog is lifting outside. All we can hope for is the fog lifting from peoples minds. 

Toodle pip.   ilona