2011 — 25 January: Tuesday
I think I shall stop bothering to comment1 about stuff like the idiots in the Vatican who have been systematically ordering the cover-up of a venerable history of priestly "child fiddling" or much, much worse. And stuff like the idiots in our revered House of Frauds Lords and elsewhere calling for an end to "Islamophobia". There's simply too much material to bother with, and the tide of human irrationality is (frankly) too depressing. As for whether I would wish to be the brother of Alabama's new governor... :-)
The religious part of the human world is too weird. Enough! In the words of Frederik Pohl's 1949 short story: "Let the ants try".
I shall content myself with some breakfast and another cuppa.
Back from an early...
... brunch at the bikers' café with time enough to contemplate a couple of goodies deposited by Mr Postie in my absence, the quite rapidly dropping barometer, the very rapidly gathering clouds (it was bright sunshine just a couple of hours ago), and the conflicting demands of a not-over-full fridge and an as-yet-unvisited Aged P who will doubtless, by now, be in need of an infusion of further chocolate.
Then there's my natural indolence to be factored in... :-)
I'm pretty sure the last time I saw a red squirrel in the UK was on Brownsea Island, probably 20 years ago... My friend Cathy wants us all to sign the petition2 on forests.
If this house...
... belongs to the person I think it does, all I'll say is she's a much better gardener than I am! We shall see.
It's 18:10, has been raining, is dark, and I'm hungry.
Is it a map?
Or is it a graphic? Cool, either way.