Yesterday news summed up succinctly by someone on social media
"In case you missed it. Today's cock up. They gave the NHS 4 hours warning that they'd need to do 1 million boosters a day, the booking website crashed cos nobody thought to upgrade it, and we ran out of lateral flow tests within 3 hours. Vote better."
Not forgetting of course that Johnson decided to go all presidential and gave a statement out of government and the realms of parliament. He's got balls that man!
Returning to Xmas festivities. I am anchored to the house for the opening of the door to the many parcels that keep appearing. Today it is UPL? with no tracking device apparently, so it is an all day affair.
Yesterday the book I had ordered for my son was gently rejected and he said mum could I have these two books instead. So to my Amazon account I ventured to authorise return and the ordering of two new books. A flutter of emails and now he has the necessary information to take the first book down to Spar at Chelsea Road, the mention of which shot a pang of homesickness through my heart. The world is weird why take an Amazon parcel down to the supermarket?
It was funny yesterday, a white van parked outside the house, so I was on alert but then a washing machine was unloaded with great difficulty, and my heart began to sink at the thought of having to refuse it and it being uploaded again. Luckily it went further down the street.
My heart goes out to all those delivery drivers, rushing from one place to another, many from other countries as well. Look at the tracking sometime, 93 call in places for one, it is disgraceful. Before your finger presses down on 'buy' think about it, and I also include my family here. (And me of course)
My heart goes out to the delivery drivers too, and what is demanded of them. We have been keeping away from Big Shops in Towns in the run-up to Christmas, but have had to ask Mr Amazon to cough up a few things. Yesterday Tam and I shopped down the town, where there are several nice little gift shops, and a good choice of non-tacky gifts. I even managed to find another little "meece" (only the plural sounds right!) to join my gang of Christmas meeces which I put around the house on shelves and cupboards and which bring great pleasure each Christmas.
ReplyDeleteGood Christmas habit filling the house with 'meeces' Jennie, they can eat up all that cheese everyone leaves;)
DeleteGreat idea! Though we have our own "cheese hound" who would live on the stuff! Yet elder sister will only have it melted . . .
DeleteI've just been reading that most of the conservative party think their current leader is much too far too the left and are waiting for the time they can replace him.
ReplyDeleteOne of our delivery drivers is called Vidas. He's brilliant. Always right at the start of his predicted timeslot. There'll be a luxury mince pie for him next time.
Which brings to mind the act of 'tipping'. Do we reward these people, as once we did the milkman and postman, or are there too many of them. Vidas would have a hard job in Todmorden, there are traffic lights everywhere and people are complaining it is only 20 seconds on green!
DeleteOne of the great things about giving presidential addresses to the nation is that you don't have to invite pesky reporters who ask awkward questions.
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough he only had one Union Jack flag at his side. His Churchillian approach is of course as you say, he doesn't want to address awkward questions only to show that he is in command, working day and night someone said this morning. I think the tories are real scared now ;)
ReplyDeleteOne of the few (very) advantages of getting old is that I am at last excused from buying presents and can send money instead. Many garden tokens, book tokens and gift tokens have been so easy to buy.
ReplyDeleteOlden days it was talc and toilet water (Eau de toilette). Then came the event of garden centres and gift tokens and now just money to spend as you please Pat.
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