Voices from the past on the radio. John Prescott has died, and those who may respect are a medley of times past. Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, even Michael Heseltine and Lord Mandelson. I strive to understand the voice of Prescott from the clips and I also have the same problem with Brown's strong Scottish accent. They talk of provincial mayors, we have them, hurrah.
John Prescott was a man of his time, the era of unions and strikes, but with a desire to make the world better for the working class. This idea of class often erupts in argument in this household, the children will argue they are working class because they work but as everyone knows to use the term 'working class' is to bring up strong memories of Margaret Thatcher and her use of force against the miners and the printers. Did she try to beat them down?
But there was other news that shows the shifting of change within the last months. There is not enough money to pay the bonuses of the CEO of the water companies - Oh dear, weep!
Also this morning the Charity Commission has called out the family of 'Captain Tom' who so magnificently in old age walked up and down his driveway and raised thirty-nine million pounds for the NHS. His book earnings though the family took. Did they profit on the back of the charity, should they have? They seem to think they were innocent of any crime the Commission thinks otherwise.
Also good new from Australia, the banning of young children under fifteen years old onto social media. How this is going to be worked out I do not know, heavy fines on such places as Twitter, I refuse to use the term 'X' it has bad connotations. But the stupidity of much of what you read on the net, with people polarised, sometimes violently verbal, to either left or right is not a good thing. And then when manipulation comes into play, think Musk here, danger signals begin to blink.
I have fed the black crows this morning for it is cold once more -3 degrees, they sweep down like the harbingers of death they are but they bring back the memory of long ago. Going to visit my horse at I think Wood Green centre for animals, she had been taken there after an accident. I drove into the car park and got out of the car, as I did so a black crow swooped from the trees and landed on my shoulder, its claws digging into my bones. I turned and looked at a large sharp beak, inches away from my eyes and felt really scared. Obviously he was a tame bird out for food but it was a shock.









