Maybe it's just that they are too long. Well no apologies for that.
Thanks to everyone who told me where they come from. I had lots of responses and I have readers throughout the UK, in Canada, in the USA, in Australia, in South Africa and in New Zealand. So you could say that I've gone global.
Yesterday I wrote about the interment of Bill Morton's ashes and I meant to include a photograph but somehow that slipped through the net (it probably would have been censored anyway on the grounds that it features real people). A couple of the photos are included today.
Now here's an invite and I would like to see all my readers from Canada, Australia etc turning up (just joking).
On October 1st I will be celebrating a significant birthday (just don't ask) and will be holding an at home throughout the day. It would be great to see any bloggettes. There will be coffee and cake from 10 am until midday and again from 2 until 4 pm and cheese and wine from 6 pm. Absolutely no presents please but I will be taking donations for the East Anglian Air Ambulance.
As you know I'm walking 1,500 miles in 2022 for the charity and so time for an update. I have about 450 miles to go - which is still around four miles a day. I was on track to complete the task by early December but have slowed down somewhat and so will now pretty much take until the end of the year. But I'm determined to succeed. I might even have to go out on Christmas Day.
Sometimes I get annoyed by news coverage on television, sometimes it amuses me, sometimes I just feel sorry for the journalists working in a 24 hour news merry-go-round. Trying to commentate on events when nothing is happening is a tough gig. Take Tuesday as Liz Truss (or Mary O'Leary as we call her) returned from Balmoral to Downing Street.
Huw Edwards was the poor devil who had to keep it going.
"Well we believe the plane is now coming into land.....yes it has landed.... and here is the group walking to the building....they are now getting into the car which will take them speedily to Downing Street.... and here comes the car now. I think it's the car, yes I can confirm that it's the car carrying the new Prime Minister... they seem to be taking a rather roundabout way but here they come now...and now they are entering the gates of Downing Street which luckily are open for them. Now it's raining and I can confirm that the rain is falling on the Thames. Oh they're taking the lectern in because it's raining and so the new Prime Minister won't be saying anything... No wait the rain has stopped. The lectern is coming out and the Prime Minister will probably now say something."
Those aren't the exact words but you get the idea.
Here's a political comment on the situation after new ministers were appointed. They are all now admitting that things in our country are very very wrong. So basically they are criticising their own performances over 12 years having previously told us what a wonderful job they have done.
Very sad to see that the editor of the Eastern Daily Press Newspaper David Powles is leaving his post. I have no idea what has happened but the comments on Facebook from people who have worked with him are fulsome with their praise. I have worked closely with David on various Hethersett matters and, thanks to him, the village has had a high profile in the EDP.
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How would you like your steak? Now that's a question that probably won't be asked much in the future as we can no longer afford it. Which reminds me. Would Dracula be asked how he would like his stake (that's a play on words)?
The problem is one chef's medium rare is another chef's well done. I always wonder what the difference is between medium rare and medium. I have had medium steak that has been rare and rare steak that has been medium. It's all very confusing.
And I can't answer the question without remembering a holiday in France many many years ago. We were with friends. The hotel/restaurant was owned by a married couple. She was British, he was French and he did the cooking.
"How would you like your beef cooked" we were asked. "Medium" I replied, "medium" said our friends. It was decidedly rare. "We asked for medium" said our friend. The next night he asked for well done and this time it was just about medium. On the third night he asked for it to be cremated. I think that worked. Not sure what we were doing having beef three nights in a row.
Every night a guy with a guitar came in to serenade guests. Our friend told him to p--s off which I don't really think was entering into the holiday spirit. This guy wore a poncho, so we called him the Singing Blanket.
That's it for today. Let's hope this gets through the censors.