A day without writing something is for me a wasted day but of course it doesn't happen as at the very least I write the blog.
I never remember my parents or grandparents ever writing anything and from what I have found out about my older ancestors there were no scribers amongst them.
Sometimes doing all this writing is exciting and sometimes it's a curse, but I just can't help myself and that comment should come with a smiley emoji to show that the remark wasn't too serious.
Yesterday I did an awful lot of walking to deliver our book to various places and a number were picked up from our house. So it's all going spiffingly well and some nice comments have been made about the quality of the books. We still have plenty left if anyone wants one.
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And now for the news from where you are. Here we go again. Yesterday due to "some planned technical work" our local news, which as you know isn't local anyway, came from London.
So instead of news from Northamptonshire we got news from Heathrow Airport and the state of the London Underground service.
But wait - no there's a news item from Northampton and all the Londoners will be left wondering "why are we getting news from Northampton? And we are left thinking "why are we getting news from Northampton and London."
I was just wondering what this planned technical work really was when they unveiled a super sparkly new set and studio. Now what we hope is that we get local news content to go with the new studio. You just can't have one without the other - a bit like love and marriage which go together like a horse and carriage apparently..
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There are only a few things that leave me speechless or maybe that should be wordless but vandalism is one of them.
Sadly it goes in waves. I mentioned the damage to the doors at the Methodist Church and then I heard about problems on the village Memorial Playing Field where youths had been shouting at people in the hall and generally making a nuisance of themselves. But the thing that got me was the theft of a commemoration plate to the memory of Steve Walker who contributed so much to the football club and the park. But get this - the bench wasn't vandalised and the plate was unscrewed. So somebody must have had a screwdriver or knife which in itself would constitute a dangerous weapon.
We have lived in the village for over 40 years and as I've said, vandalism goes in waves. There will be periods of problems and then periods of calm before the next wave hits. It infuriates me
Vandalism spoils things and I haven't a clue what makes people destroy things for the sheer hell of it.
I don't subscribe to the nonsense that it's because there is nothing for youngsters to do. There is something for everyone in Hethersett and for youngsters there are sports groups, youth clubs and plenty more. Being bored is just an excuse that they trot out as a pathetic way of trying to justify the havoc they create.
When I was a teenager the idea of going out expressly to smash something up never occurred to me any more than roaming around aimlessly attracted me. I don't think I was aware of any vandalism where I lived. I'm sure there was some but I don't remember doors and windows being smashed for fun.
Talking about my growing up, somebody said the other day that being an only one meant you had nobody to share those years with and how true that is. Nobody to reminisce about family life and nobody to look back on formative years.
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Amongst the places I visited yesterday on my mammoth walk was the library. Close to the library was a couple of men working in the road. They had a sign telling people the path was shut to pedestrians. It was in English and Welsh. Obviously we have a lot of Welsh speakers in Norfolk which is just about as far from Wales as you can get.
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Are people getting ruder and more ignorant? I only ask because of my long walk which took me into the local supermarket. I couldn't get to the self service tills because there was a young child in a buggy blocking the way. The mother saw us trying to get through but just continued talking on her mobile phone.
Then on the walk home I had to step onto the verge to avoid two women pushing buggies and two men walking along, one of whom was wheeling a bike. They took up the entire pavement and made no attempt to help me pass.