The culture wars are a front in the class war. Designed to divide us from one another, to scapegoat and to distract us. We have more in common than that which divides is - and that *terrifies* them.
God I love the 8.30 out of Liverpool St. Almost the whole carriage to myself as usual. This train exists mostly to send the rolling stock back up the line for the lunch and a matinee train from Norwich.
And a nice tight fit on the 3M Aura 9330+. Look at those cheeks bulging over the top.
Payday plate. I have just decided that I’m going to buy myself one piece of this set a month until I get a new job.
Each one is individual - and things have happened with the glaze on this one that are *very* pleasing.
I learnt a Bach (2 part) invention from an ABRSM book sans ornamentation. Now I have the Bärenreiter edition with all the ornaments.
Damn me the twiddles make it harder. My fingers are getting in awful muddles and they don’t stick day to day.
He’s my parents MP. Dad is looking forward to his next article in the parish newsletter.
He’s gonna need a CT and some physio to figure out what to do with this newly discovered spine.
Meanwhile at the last local elections in the heart of his constituency.
My first blanket was very whibbly wobbly because my tension was all over the place. I just crocheted it together and proudly called it the whibbly wobbly blanket.
My neighbour who has just moved out gave me this card to say bye and thank you and…the more I look at it the more seen I feel. (Photo by Talitha Girnus).
I get to meet my feline nephew and niece for the first time tomorrow and I’m SO EXCITED.
I have been sent lots of pictures and they appear to be a pair of adorable floofus doofuses.
I hope the Greens win more parliamentary seats at the next election. I keep reminding myself that this happened. The wisdom has always been that people in Suffolk would vote for a welly boot if it wore a blue rosette.
