Look Who Else Wants Bailing Out

In my quiet moments, when I'm tearing up old newspapers for the cat litters, I sometimes glance down and see if I've missed anything in the papers.  I spotted this this morning and it made me titter a bit.  Tittering is about as far as I get nowadays.

FINAL WORD

Your country's sex industry needs you

You would think it would be used to it by now, but apparently the sex industry finds itself in a difficult position.  Lovers around the world are so busy struggling through the recession that they have little time for...how can we put this politely?.....any of the little extras provided by sex shops and erotic magazines.  Now leaders of the sex industry in Germany and the US are demanding the same sort of government assistance that has been offered to banks and car manufacturers.

Such an idea must be resisted here at all costs.  It was bad enough when government took control of the banks.  The idea that Harriet Harman might seize the commanding heights of the British bedroom is too awful to contemplate.  It is true that she would ensure that all sections of society had full access to love-making facilities, but there would be absolutely no smoking afterwards.

People of Britain, our duty is clear.  The government simply cannot afford to bail out the sex industry, so we will just have to do it ourselves.  Lie back and think of the budget deficit.

Courtesy of the Times.

The Control Freaks are at it again

The control freaks have set up yet another consultation on home ed.  

We weren't advised of this.  Not even EO.  Very sneaky.  

It only runs for 4 weeks instead of the usual 12.     Even more control freaky.  Blink and you'll miss it, sort of thing.  Very, very naughty.

Closing date is 20th Feb.

There is one for the LAs.  They have 60 questions, we have 5!!..and all loaded in my opinion.   The word monitor comes up an awful lot in the LA one.  We get the Every Child Matters tosh a lot in ours.  Home edding is being linked with child abuse and forced marriages.  There is nothing to support this accusation, mind you.  It's just an excuse to try and control home edding.   If they are worried about forced marriages, why don't they confront those ethnic groups directly?  Nope.  Would cause too much of an Ooh Ahh.

The people responsible for this have a bad dose of OCD me thinks.  Intent on taking away our freedoms and rights.  Bloody Gah!!!!

The home edding parents that I know HE because they have their childrens' best interests at heart.  And, the kids are well and happy.  Can the same be said for those poor tikes who spend the daily 9 - 3.30 being brainwashed, told what to learn and think in that prison called school?

And what about all those kids who are injured in school.  Or those who are bullied and the kids who commit suicide because of it or the pressure of having to achieve?  Gah!!!! 

They'll be chipping  the kids the minute they're born next!!  

The 3rd consult is here.     Here are the Terms of Ref

The LA questions are here

Gill is, as usual, on the ball and her blog is the place to go for info.   There's an interview with Mike Fortune-Wood about this, too.

Recycling and Horse Drops

Woke up this morning to painful, swollen, iffy joints again, after having spent half the night coughing....blumming irritating thing is haunting me.   Doc says it's viral.  Nothing they can do.  Just keep taking the tablets, cough medicine and get plenty of bed rest!!    She can't give me anything for the arthritis, either.  Just keep taking non-steroidal stuff because the arthritis is in it's early stages!!  Bugger!!  But, she gave me some supplements, which are the size of horse drops.  lol    The annoying bits of arthritis,  like not being able to grip properly, craft for my supposed business,  OPEN jars and bottles... are doing my head in and slowing me down to sloth pace!!  I'm permanently knackered.     Doctor says that if the house is too cold then we should consider moving to a warmer one!!   Our flu virus will take longer to clear, too, otherwise.     Hmmm..is easier said than done, given my financial state.   So meanwhile, heating goes on and I'll try the Euro lottery tomorrow:o)  The energy company sent a letter the other day and now my monthly payment has quadrupled to what they orignally wanted earlier this year.  It's like a mortgage.  Wish I could get some solar panels up but councils don't seem to see sense to allow it...sigh..  Pity, 'cos I could electrify the fence lifter's panels for free!!  lol

We have a mountain of recycling stuff to be collected..surprise, surprise....mainly tins from cat food..and the odd bottle or two!! lol     Junior is into J2O's so if we see them on offer and we can afford, then into the shopping trolley they go. We have a pile of those now..and empty cough medicine bottles.

We don't recycle paper. We tend to tear it up and use for cat litter. Saves dosh..and the bin isn't as heavy. Come better weather I'll burn the 'done' litter in a metal bin and use the ashes as some form of fertiliser on non edible plants. I'm sure you must be able to, just have to read up on it!

Junior has been computing today...and baking.  Flapjacks.....recipe from a Sue Lawrence book.  She's into garlic bread at the mo, too.  Too much watching John Edward, maybe?  She thinks it's creepy but I think it's fascinating. Anyway, she has a Beanie bat.  He's kept on top of a tallboy unit.   Went into the bedroom today to find that he was on the floor.  Maybe he'd been trying out his wings?  lol 

We didn't go out today, as voted by Junior.  Too cold and rainy.  Not good for present health and continued dependency on Tena Lady.  lol   We had a natter about the weather.  It's going to be wet again tomorrow, apparently.  So, we talked about who is going to get what where weather-wise in the land.  North, South, East and West.  We got talking about Scotland and she asks which motorway exit Scotland is!  lol  Out with the road atlas tomorrow, me thinks:o) 

Cough, Thank God for Tena Lady:o) and Why do I get all the Rude People

I have been ill and offline.  Poverty and illness...and harassment from 'Spawn of the Devil council tax collectors who have got it wrong' and I am too ill to fight..... not a jolly combination.    I understand why people jump off very high bridges, etc.

With the latter, I shall have to really, really practice at the hexing!!!  And, when the time comes,  not vote for the useless MP!!

I've had mad people banging at my front door and windows (when we were really ill).  Weirdo and Snitch...aka horrible neighbour has a habit of lifting up the fence panels in the back garden.  Why?  He is ODD.  Anyway, he let this mad couple come through on to my property via his fence-lifting activity.   They bang and bash on our back door and windows.  (we were still upstairs with orbiting, flu-ridden heads and bodies).  I rings the police.  What do they want? they ask.  I do not know, I reply.  I am ill and have a frightened child here but the bloke has trespassed on to my 'enclosed' back garden and is attacking my back door.  She sighs......OK, she will send someone round.   Blimey...don't put yourself out, will you, thinks me...with a bigger sigh.  I pay these people via my council tax, don't I?

I opens window and asks what the ***** hell they want.  Turns out they want 'their' cat.  

Sigh......bloody stupid idiots!!  Why would I want their cat?  I have enough of my own.

Anyway......What cat?

Her cat is, supposedly, sat on MY back bedroom window sill and has a yellow collar on.  

There is no yellow collar in this house on any cat and she needs her eyes testing, I tell her.

Oh yes there is, she retorts.

Rude bloke asks why I have a cat crate up against my back door?  You want to stop them getting out?

What business is it of yours? I ask.

 I tell him that you should not let cats out until they are six months old and spayed or neutered.

I get the sarcastic 'Oh really/as if/ whatever reply from him.

And you wonder why YOUR cat has gone missing?  7 months old, not neutered.  He is out doing what nature intended, you bloody idiot!!

I ask spineless, bastard, fence-lifting weirdo neighbour to confirm the cat is mine.  He says he hasn't seen it before, which is hard to believe, given his fence-lifting ways. 

Neighbour from other side is out by now.  She says maybe this woman is seeing things and going round the back of the house is extremely rude.  I nod in agreement.

The cat in question was Bart.  He of roof scaling fame.

He is my cat, I tell Rude Woman.

No he isn't, she and brain-dead boyfriend reply.

Meanwhile, PC Plodess arrives.  Talks to them and comes in to see me.  I tell her Bart is ours.  I have proof..pictures, DNA via his mother , father and siblings. and recent vet visit.   She sees Bart and proceeds to call him by the missing cat's name.  He ignores her, of course and continues to lick the place where his crown jewels once were.

PC Plodess goes out and informs the trespassers.  I carry Bart out and Rude Woman admits he is not her cat.  I tell her I know that.  He is mine...born on my bed!!    Bloke says he is going.  I give him a bollocking for his behaviour and for trespassing.  No apology came...from either of them.  

Plodess comes back in and 'suggests' that I give Bart to the woman (who had by now turned on the waterworks because of mising cat).

Why would I want to give her MY cat when she can't look after the one she had?  Well, says Plodess, It will make everyone happy!  

I refrain from asking her how she gets that and telling her where to go.  And say absolutely no way are they having any animal of mine, after the way they had barged in being extremely rude and aggressive.  Plus, they can't look after the one they had, I repeat.  She then tells me it's a civil matter if I want to take it further!!

I am spitting blood.  I am in possession of an orbiting, fuming head!!!

What should I do about freaky, weirdo neighbour?  Son no 2's best mate is threatening to go round and 'sort him'.  Junior is erring on the side of violence, too.  I, on the other hand, have a great wish to electrify the bloody fence.  Big Bro says he will come down from Up North and have 'words' with the guy.....and then electrify the fence!!  lol

'Scuse language.  Believe me, if I'd been able to blog it straight away it would be 'bleep' all the way!!

 

Christmas is Banned!

Christmas has never been a favourite time of year.  Something always goes wrong.  Illness, bereavement,  couples splitting up, you name it.  No relaxing time for us.  lol

This happened today.

Hobblearound

We had a quiet day. Among my pressies from Junior are a pair of flashing Rudolph earrings:o))

Mother isn't speaking to me. Probably 'cos I haven't visited in the last few days due to these rickety joints, which she thinks no-one else has but her. I'm getting the emotional blackmail, again. I don't care about her, apparently, because I keep the cats. I spend too much time with them and not enough doing stuff for her. Why don't I paint my walls white and get rid of everything and just have one of each?  blah, blah.  Other siblings have given up and stay away, leaving me to it!! Junior wants to stay away, too which is sad.

So, once my tablets had kicked in...around dinner time....I managed to get vertical! lol   The pets have had a ball with their pressies. The catnip disappeared pronto and ping pong balls are being chased around the house:o) Piper is holding her own and play fighting with the older kittens.

And LooLoo!!!!

At 5am Christmas morning Olive decided she wanted to go on walkabout. She can open every door in the house so, when the mood takes her (which is too often) lets all the mogs out and off they run, causing mayhem and partaaaying!! LooLoo , who is much better, hightailed it downstairs and out the catflat. So, there's me, hobbling around the garden, in pitch darkness, cursing for Europe never mind England, holding torch with nearly spent batteries trying to catch this bloody cat. An hour later I was back in bed, with LooLoo safely behind locked doors.

This morning, with it being a nice day, I let the snipped boys out into the garden for a runabout. Tinkerbelle slipped out too, when Junior turned her back. Next thing you know, she's up a 30 foot fir tree!! Once she'd realised how high up it really was.....eeeek....starts miaowing and crying. Tries to get down, but ends up going back up.  Daughter is hysterical and says we must call out the Fire Brigade to rescue her!!  Don't think so.  What goes up must come down and all that.   I suggest the old chestnut of temptation.    So, Junior, armed with tin of cat food and fork, rattles away and calls and calls her. Neighbours come out after a while. "Is that you kitten up there?" Junior confirms this. "Oh, dear" comes the reply. Anyway, 45 minutes later Tinks is back in the house, smelling of pine, with a look of 'I'm not doing THAT again!' lol

Son came up with grandchild of Min:o) They bought me a crafting lamp and a couple bottles of nice wine for Crimble:o)
Son no2 and Junior engrossed in a DS game. Junior had gotten on really well with it prior to our visit.....and then her brother went and accidentally wiped out all her 'saves'. lol    Grandchild of Min engrossed in Granny's iMac.

Merry Christmas from us lot.

Junior and I....and the mogs and Cilla dog wish you all a happy Christmas/festival/holiday and a Happy, Healthy, Peaceful New Year:o)))) xxxxxxx Peace to all:o))

Listen to song no 3.

Junior is busy wrapping pressies up and enjoying herself immensely. Pressies for the pets, me, family, bestest friends and friends and family.....and are all to be lovingly wrapped. The mogs are REALLY interested in all this rattling and rustling and being extremely nice to Junior. Think they have sussed out the cat nip parcels, judging by the big holes in the wrapping paper. lol Bet they get "unwrapped" before dawn.

Cilla just sits and waits patiently. Bless her. LooLoo is lots better:o) Keeps trying to get outside....can't blame her, can you? Now the boys have been snipped they can go out. 'Tis muchly better. No more confined mogs in dog crates on a night and having to get up early to let them out.

We went out and did our 'shopping' today. Had to retreat early due to rickety old me.

About the last of Olive's kittens to be homed..... We have been picky as to where the kittens have gone. All, so far, have wonderul homes. Not Chrissy pressies, which I hate, hate. Someone was supposed to pick up the last one tonight. Their family cat, aged 17+, had died and they wanted another, supposedly. They never turned up and we got a text to say it was too far to drive (10 miles if that). So, it is fate. Last one stays. Bet it's because she isn't stereotypically 'pretty'. Anyway, Junior is WELL happy (she's been badgering me for ages to keep this little one) and so now we have Piper:o) Female Ringo lookalike. Tiny. Little sod!! sigh...

My new friend who helps run the local cat welfare place is going to retire (she's well into her 70"s and deserves a rest). So, shall just have to step in and help:o)) Should keep me busy:o))....as long as the old joints keep up to it!!