The continuing saga of MP vs MP
A tip of my (virtual) hat to the current Parliament. They stayed up through another night and day, debating in that odd “dialogue of the men without ears” that is used in the constitutional monarchy. That is, each side repeats its mantra, and the other pays no attention. Finally, at supper time today, a vote was held.
Amendment by amendment, with the majority whip making a solemn statement that his side did not require a count, since unanimity is their way. The other parties decided, clause by clause, knowing full well that the balance would never swing their way. And so ends two full days without a change of calendar. I love watching TV from their (parallel) universe.
The kitchen oven is clean, so I now have a problem. No more roasts. No more reheats. My options have been reduced in the name of spic and span (which, incidentally, cannot be used to clean a self-cleaning oven).
Two days with the dog, now. Conversation is one-sided. I scratch her, she scratches me; she wounds me. Not a fair battle. The nights are restless, since dogs come hard wired to play alarmist games. No matter who (or what) passed in the street, she kept me informed. If I seem a little sleepy come Monday…
This is Field Day weekend, and I’ve made my first contact on six metres. That’s my alternate antenna, and that’s a band that doesn’t get much traffic for the rest of the year. I am content that the new transceiver does work “up there”; I’d started to fear that it was a mythical band.
