So Ms May has finally grown a pair. She has finally won sufficient support for her alternative to the Backstop. Good on ya Tessie! Unfortunately the BBC leaked her plans.
Last Thursday a bloke arrived here. He was a grand cheerful chatty bloke, and he was here to fix a second handrail on the stairs up to the attic, all courtesy of our Glorious Health Service. Herself had great difficulty … Continue reading →
There is something very strange going on. Christmas was around eight or nine weeks ago. It must have been that long because I left the tree up for a couple of weeks after and it’s about six weeks since I … Continue reading →
I had first hand experience of our great health service yesterday. Herself was brought in to the main [only?] hospital serving our area at around four in the afternoon. The ambulance lads were brilliant and advised me not to follow … Continue reading →
It started with a simple enough request. “Can you move the little coffee table to beside my new chair?” says Herself. “Not a chance” says I cheerfully. “There’s no room for it there.” “Well, make room!” “No! and that’s the … Continue reading →