What did I tell you? Apparently Theresa May has said that if she gets re-elected she'll dismantle various bits of Human Rights legislation if they 'get in the way' of making Britain 'more secure'.
It won't work.
What needs doing is tackling the causes - seriously underfunded police forces and intelligence, foreign policy. But that's complicated, and harder. And more expensive (short term at least.) And most modern politicians seem to be nothing if not short-termists.
Don't let them scare you into allowing them to create a police state (though with the ever decreasing number of police . . .)
Anyhew, yesterday the wind blew. And how. There was a yellow wind warning for the area from 6am-10pm, though it was still blowing pretty hard when we went to bed last night. One man was killed when a tree blew down on his car.
I've just been round the garden (all of thirty seconds!) Casualties? The aphids and frog hoppers appear to have been washed/blown away. (They'll be back, alas.) A chilli plant in a pot had blown off a shelf. I've wedged it in place more securely. It's still pretty breezy out there. So I hope I've pegged the bedding out sufficiently securely. In this breeze it should dry nicely.
And Finally - a view of Jupiter
from images taken by NASA's Juno probe, currently in orbit. Beautiful, isn't it?
Y'all have a good day now!
In the face of yet another terrorist suicide attack what can we do?
Be extra vigilant? Stay away from crowds? Hold candlelit vigils? Pull together? Cheerfully greet anyone who obviously looks like a Muslim? (They have their own problems, it's currently the middle of Ramadan and the days of fasting are looooong. That's without feeling as if everyone is viewing them as potential terrorists.) Have armed police on the streets? Have armed police and soldiers at every major gathering and search everyone? Call for and pass 'greater security' legislation?
Because one thing government - that's government of any political hue - will suggest, particularly in response to media clamouring, is passing stricter and more stringent 'security' and/or 'anti-terrorism' legislation.
We need to be vigilant about that. Any kind of legislation put forward in response to atrocities and the resulting media clamour may well be ill-conceived and ill-thought-through. Knee-jerk, reactive legislation is rarely a Good Thing.
If we truly value our 'Freedom' in this country, we cannot 'round up all Muslims' and detain/deport them. That would most definitely constitute a 'win' for so-called-Islamist terrorists.
"See how these infidel countries treat our people!" They would be able to cry; as well as using it as a radicalisation tool.
For that matter, the experience of being rounded up and detained usually has a detrimental effect on anyone so (mis)treated. Because as suspected 'terrorists' or would-be terrorists are so detained, other people will inevitably be caught in security system nets, or at least the net of suspicion.
As anyone who works with children or teens will tell you - if you treat them with suspicion and harshness they will become rebellious. Even those who would normally have been good and biddable will become sullen.
So please, Dear Reader, in the aftermath of recent atrocities, don't allow the 'authorities' to scare you into allowing them to pass yet more stringent legislation. Particularly reactive, ill-conceived, ill-thought-through restrictive legislation.
Yes, we need our security forces, and they need to be backed by law, but it needs to be good law.
Oh, and while we're on the subject, if the Police Forces hadn't been systematically reduced over the past decade, there wouldn't be a need for armed soldiers on the streets. It's only a 'necessity' now because of previous policy. Don't let them scare you into forgetting that.
Neither does MI5 'need to explain why they scaled back inquiries into the latest killers' before they actually attacked. The government needs to explain why it's been consistently cutting their funding. Don't let them scare you into forgetting that either. Particularly with the election only the day after tomorrow.
Y'all have a good, safe, and thoughtful day now!
*That's "Them" as in "Them in Authority over us", rather than any would-be or actual terrorists!
Gosh it's turned cooler today! *Pulls on cardigan and mitts*
The weekend was good. I'd managed to get everything done before BiL came, including having lunch. He duly arrived with a large bunch of flowers (I like a man to bring me flowers.) H turned up shortly afterwards.
The cake worked very well.
Beetroot chocolate cake with cinnamon, chocolate and quark frosting with strawberries (centre) and raspberries (that's three of your five-a-day!) It went down very well too. Both with BiL on Saturday and with S and LF (I'd put GF - that's 'girlfriend' not 'gluten free', but she's a grown woman) on Sunday. Only 'trouble' is we still have about a quarter of it left. Hélas!
BiL returned to South London late on Saturday afternoon, and was probably in bed when the latest 'incident' occurred.
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We also carried on as usual, praying for our enemies the meanwhile. And we won't Look Back in Anger!
Sunday S and LF turned up around lunchtime. I'd put some chicken in the fridge to thaw before we went to Church. It later occurred to me that LF is vegetarian. I do vegetarian too.
"Let's go out for lunch," said S. "Do you know anywhere good?"
So we headed for the Southsea Coffee Company's Coffee Shop (they'll have their own website, when it's finished brewing); where we had Sweet Potato Balls with quinoa, some sort of 'slaw', spinach and curried parsnip crisps (H, me, LF.) S had Squash Bruscetta with Pesto on toasted sourdough (and curried parsnip crisps.) Both meals were excellent.
In fact they were so good that we followed them with Black Forest Gateau, Salted Caramel Brownie, Cinnamon Bun and Halva (which turned into 'Quartera' as we shared our deserts!) Plus, of course, four excellent coffees.
Should you ever be in Southsea, or Portsmouth, or even vaguely in the area, I heartily recommend Southsea Coffee Company - for atmosphere, coffee, cakes and meals. In fact I'd go as far as to recommend a trip just to visit there. You could take in the Sea Front, the Natural History Museum, the D-Day Museum or the local shopping as well.
All in all the birthday was a success. H said he'd enjoyed himself. He's taken a selection of cheeses in with him to work today. Others take in donuts or various kinds of cakes (including homemade.) H takes cheese and crackers.
And now I suppose I ought to go make a start on Monday's housework - packing away the spare bedding, vacuuming, dusting etc. Such is lif.
Y'all have a good, safe and forgiving day now!
Just a quick entry today, I have birthday cake to make and the guest room to ready. It's H's birthday this weekend. BiL is visiting today and tomorrow, S is coming down Sunday. We shan't have to eat all the chocolate cake ourselves!
Meanwhile have some quotes about books. I particularly like the one by C. S. Lewis
"You can never get a book long enough or a cup of tea large enough to suit me."
I guess he'd have really appreciated a good-sized mug, specially of Portsmouth Tea, though even that might not have been big enough.
As for President Trump's decision to pull America out of the Paris Climate Agreement . . . Perhaps the good news is that, though he said he was doing it for jobs in Pitsburg, the Mayor of Pitsburg said that he (and presumably much of the city) was 'not in favor of what the President was doing.' The other good news is that, like Brexit, the process will take some time. Even more good news is that China has said that it will stick with the Paris Accord; and China really is reliant on coal. It also has seriously badly polluted cities. So there's hope yet. Perhaps.
Earlier this week POTUS was in the news for having blatantly nicked the armorial crest from another family, changed the colour, and used it for Trump industries. Apparently the original armigerous family decided not to sue as it could take halfway to forever and, unlike Trump, they weren't made of money. That and the US College of Heralds (or whatever they call it) isn't quite as strict about such matters as the Royal College of Heralds in the UK.
Apparently they (RCoH, UK) said that there needs to be 'at least two lineal differences from something that has been granted in the past.' Hmmm, how about a bar sinister for one? (Go look it up, Dear Reader.)
Right, that'll do. Y'all have a good day now!
We'd stayed at home for the Bank Holiday Monday. Trains on and off the island were heavily disguised as buses, thus subject to all the other Bank Holiday traffic, and the forecast wasn't promising. Well, it was promising, but what it promised was rain; which it delivered. It was a Bank Holiday after all!
There had been a Two-for-One ticket in the local paper for a Roman Garden event at the Fishbourne Roman Palace Museum on the Bank Holiday Monday, 'cheapest ticket will be free'.* The forecast for Tuesday was much brighter and the trains were running again, as trains, so I headed off for the station and bought a return ticket to Fishbourne (West Sussex.)
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I was most of the way to Fishbourne Roman Palace Musem when I realised I'd not checked the time of return trains, which is a pretty elementary error. I continued, they might well have a timetable at the museum. As it was lunchtime when I arrived I duly had lunch, then on to the Museum proper.
Here I found that, according to Sussex Past, I wasn't a Senior Citizen (not until I'm 65.) Ah well. We've been to the Museum several times over the years. In fact I'd studied School Classics Project Latin at school, in which one character paid a visit to the palace back in its heyday, when it was owned by a Romano-Celtic vassal-king. Back in those days we knew him as Cogidubnus. These days they've revised things a bit and he's now known as Tiberius Claudius Togidubnus.
Cogidubnus/Togidubnus' palace really was an enormous complex, a good half of which was under local bungalows. Apparently a Georgian archaeologist had noted various Roman bits and bobs were forever being ploughed up in that area and had written about it in a gentlemen's magazine back in 1805.
The palace really came to modern notice when someone digging a trench for a water main in late 1960 came up with some seriously big bits of archaeology. A local archaeologist was called in to look, and promptly stopped further digging work in the whole area. Presumably the Water Board put the main in, possibly by a more circituous route.
Permissions were sought, excavations started and the rest, as they say, is history. Also material for secondary school Latin lessons!
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So round the museum, then round the north wing of the palace (the bit they've managed to excavate) - where they have some remarkably well-preserved Roman mosaic floors. I daresay they'd looked really primative and 'hick' to Romans who'd lived in Italy/Greece/Spain and other Mediterranean bordering provinces. To the local Celts they were the absolute height of sophistication.
Then out into the garden - all clipped box hedges, Eglantine and beds of herbs divided according to use - Cooking, Medicinal, Dyeing and Spiritual - and espaliered apple and pear trees. By this time the sun had come out and it was very pleasant.
And back to the shop - wide range of herbs (culinary and ornamental, as seen in the herb garden) colouring books, jewellery, cards, etc, etc. And also a train timetable. Yay!
'Can you read a train timetable?' Err, probably. Had to borrow a pen to note a couple I'd aim for.
Then to the cafe for a drink, a slow amble back to the station, leaving plenty of time to sit and knit, much to the facination of another would-be passenger, and onto the train, continue knitting, and back to Fratton. Here, what with my left Achillies tendon complaining vociferously, my left hip occasionally nudging me and (of greatest importance) it being nearly 5pm, I got a taxi home. If H had arrived home at the usual time he'd have found the place locked up, me gone and no explanation.
As 'twas I got home, found and checked my phone to discover that his train had been held up and he was going to be late anyway. The fact that I'd not responded to his txts on (lack of) progress had concerned him somewhat. There now, if I'd not spoken with him during the evening, he might never have known I'd been out until he got to read this!
So now he knows, and you know too.
Y'all have a good day now!
*Not sure whether that was total lack of proof-reading on the part of the Museum or the local paper. Probably the latter, they let that kind of thing through all too frequently!
**Some people say they 'knit so that they don't kill people'. I knit so that I have something to calm me on journeys on public transport, particularly time spent/otherwise wasted waiting for it to arrive!
Last week BiL was getting somewhat freaked on finding that the V&A Museum of Childhood thought various toys from his childhood museum worthy. I, being a little older, am more accustomed to this.
After he retired, my Dad and Mum would visit places and often taking in the local museum. Dad used to comment on how there would be exhibits that he not only remembered from his childhood, but things from when they were newlywed, or even were still using now. It wasn't so recently that I began noticing the same. After all, if you have something which really works well, why replace it with something simply because it's newer and shiny?
Yes, Dear Reader, I know, because you can no longer get spares for it, or because they no longer do backup. *Le sigh!*
While on the subject of things remembered from childhood - John Noakes, a presenter on the long-running BBC children's programme Blue Peter, has died at the age of 83. He was the longest serving presenter (1968-78) and had recently suffered Alzheimers. I remember him as the 'action man' presenter during the days when I watched the programme - which I did because it was, generally, interesting and informative. Boy, did he look young when he started! ('Get down, Shep!' And, of course, The Elephant. Go on, Dear Reader, check the link.)
Writing of older things - I've been going to a Slimmers' World group locally since mid-March. I've since dropped* over 1.5 stones (25.5lbs). Goodness only knows I needed to (and more.) Trying to do it myself obviously wasn't working. Join a group and see if that does, I thought. It does. Though how much of the 4.5lbs I apparently dropped last week was due to my wearing a summer cotton skirt and blouse, rather than the winter skirt, shirt and socks I'd been wearing previously . . . Hmmm, p'raps I should weigh them too?
What's more, the group leader texted me last week to say that she'd just noticed that I was 60, thus elegible for the Senior Citizen Rate (£4:12 per week, rather than £4:95, I think.) I texted back that I'd been 60 for quite a while now (ie: all the time I'd been with SW) could I have a refund, please? ;-) Well, it was worth a try.
One of the results of all this is that I am now fitting back into clothes, or a couple of skirts at least. I looked through some of my 'outgrown' clothes the other day and discovered several skirts which now not only fit, but might benefit from tighter elastic!
Understandably enough I'm in hiatus over knitting things for myself - unless they're accessories anyway. Jumpers and cardigans can wait until I've gone down a few more sizes. It takes six to eight weeks to knit me a jumper/cardigan. In that time I can have lost a stone (14lbs). I'm already at least 2" smaller all round.
Mind you, the other day I bought a cardigan's-worth of wool/cotton yarn as it was in a sale. Being over 60 now not only do I sometimes qualify for Senior Citizens' discount (National Trust, CADW, Slimming World, etc) I'm preparing for life on a pension when I hit 66. Provided I qualify. Provided the government still pays pensions. Provided the government doesn't move the goalposts. Again.
On which (terrible) thought, I shall have another cup of tea** and contemplate what to do this Bank Holiday. What with there being a 50% chance of rain (as well as no trains on or off the island today) I don't think we're heading for the Roman Palace at Fishbourne. Maybe I'll try that tomorrow.
Having gotten everything planted, finally, friends turned up with a few more plants. Unidentified. They have red stems and green, slightly 'succulent' looking leaves - is there a plant identifier that'd get what they are from that description? Hmmm, I thought, looks like they'd appreciate full sun. Pity I can't get them into the Front Garden. No, seriously, I can't. I'd have to push them in through the sides of the baskets, and that'd ruin the roots. Never a good idea when planting. They'll have to go up the sunny end of the yard. That'll be a job for today, while the rain stops.
Meanwhile, y'all have a good day now!
*I'm not losing weight. I have no intention of finding it again!
**Portsmouth Tea - tea specially blended for Portsmouth water by the Portsmouth Tea Company. It's delicious. H says they do equally delicious cakes at their tea shop, All About Tea - if you can find it. It's not on a major thorofare, unfortunately for them.
They also have Bertie, a Blue Roan Cocker Spaniel, a real 'people' dog, on the staff. Possibly one of the friendliest dogs in the world. If you don't like dogs, say so and they'll put him somewhere else while you visit. They're also very friendly people.
Manchester is back open for business. They've hosted an athletics event in the city already and will be having the Great Manchester Run tomorrow. There are festivals, the FA Cup and various other major-crowd-drawing events on across the UK over the Bank Holiday weekend - list of some here.
There is heightened security, though the Prime Minister has just announced that the terrorism threat level has been reduced from 'critical' (highest level) to 'severe'; with armed police* in place at major events. Some people will doubtless choose to stay away, just in case. Others will be going with an attitude of,
"Stuff you, terrorists! We're British and we're carrying on (like we did during WWII and when the IRA was bombing us) and you can lump it!" I expect Birmingham Pride will be demonstrating this in spades!
People attending various events have been asked to either take as few bags as possible, or no bags at all. It'll save time with the searches. So we are all being vigilant, but it's otherwise Business as Usual. Yay!
Meanwhile Jeremy Corbyn has pointed out a potential link between British (& US) foreign policy and the rise of 'so-called Islamist' terrorism. For all various others (mainly of other political parties) have promptly vilified him and called him 'a supporter of terrorism', he has a point.
There was a stable government in Iraq (I said it was stable, I didn't say it was good!) The UK, US and a few others attacked Iraq (Second Gulf War) and removed Saddam Hussein. Iraq is now an unstable state with unstable government, with suicide bomb attacks on civilians are an all too regular occurrence.
The UK, US and others attacked Libya and removed Colonel Gadafi (sp?). He had a stable government (I didn't say it was good, just stable.) Now there is effectively civil war in Libya and it has become a training ground for IS and a major route for people trying to get into Europe.
Dear Reader, like it or not, there is a link.
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We're at home this weekend - washing to do, gardening to do. Did I say I put the 'Front Garden' out last Saturday? The 'Front Garden being a couple of wall baskets which this year contain pink pelargoniums (geraniums) which have large chocolate brown blotches on their leaves, and pink/mauve trailing fuchsias. These are burgeoning and will, in time, I hope, trail down and cover the black plastic linings of the baskets - which currently don't look too pretty, but there we are. The plastic helps keep the compost moist, vital as the front of our house gets the sun all day, often with a breeze.
Apparently there's a garden event on at the Roman Palace Museum at Fishbourne (that's Fishbourne near Chichester.) That'll be Roman-style gardens. We might try seeing that, and it will be a 'try' as train services on the island (Portsea) have been replaced by buses for the long weekend. I can see I'll be finishing the second work sock for H (current 'travel' project) at this rate. I've started turning the heel, having knitted most of the foot travelling to, from and around London on Tuesday.
Thunderstorms have been forecast. Well, after the highs of 29°C in places yesterday . . . They appear to have missed us, so far. Though it definitely rained overnight. Rain, and cooler weather (yay) is forecast for the beginning of next week.
And Finally (and Whatever Next) - the man from Del Monte, he say pineapples will be pink! Apparently the new pink pineapples contain lycopene, a photochemical found in tomatoes and other red fruit and vegetables. Not only will you be getting one of your 'five-a-day', you'll be getting a valuable phytochemical and they look pretty!
Right, I'm off to round up the towels and get them washed and dried before any forecast (or unforecast) rain hits. Y'all have a good day now!
*You know what they say about police looking younger as you get older? Thinking about it, I'd rather have armed police (in their 30s and 40s) at 'events' than soldiers (aged 18-25-ish.) Hopefully the police, being older, would be less likely to fire their weapons out of sheer nervousness and/or inexperience. That's an important thing about the UK police forces; they're civilian services not extentions of the armed forces.
Oh look, the leaks to the US continue. Monday/Tuesday somehow someone leaked information about the suicide bomber to some website in the US, thus warning his family that they were being searched for.
Now the Manchester Police Force has stopped sharing information with the US after more pictures have been leaked and published, in the New York Times of all places. What price Journalistic and Editorial responsibility?
'Getting a scoop' is all very well. Gotta show everything to the prurient after all! But to publish details about a known police suspect; to publish pictures which may well contain more information useful to the police in their investigations . . . I can just hear the screams if a British paper had published such things in the event of a bomb going off in an American city!
Meanwhile the G7 leaders are meeting for talks in Italy, starting today. That's the leaders of Canada, France, Germany, Japan, Italy, the UK and the USA.
One thing they promised to do a while back was to release, at this meeting, an 'accountability report' on education. An update on how muc progress they've made towards getting every child into school over the past twelve years.
Only now they're saying they may not publish the report, and hiding the fact under 'concerns about terrorism' after the Manchester bombing on Monday night.
This means that those working for the education of every child worldwide, particularly of girls, now have no way of checking on progress. Or the lack thereof.
Should you wish to add your voice to the general protest about this, Dear Reader, click here. And yes, I realise the leaders are probably lining up for publicity shots and going in for a super Italian lunch around now! I've been busy recently.
Meanwhile we've been promised wall-to-wall sunshine and temperatures of around 24°C today. Fortunately there is also a breeze. London has been promised temperatures of 28°C, which will doubtless please the tropical plants on show at Chelsea. I'm glad I'm not in London today, Tuesday was plenty warm enough for me.
So I'm drying the washing while the sun shines, including the blue cardigan which didn't get lost at the Science Museum, and blocking Bigger On the Inside.
Off to pin that out. Y'all have a good day.
Right, Tuesday. BIL and I decided to take in a couple of London museums, as we do occasionally. Having looked at the weather forecast for the day (warm, main warm even. I don't do 'main warm' very well) I looked out a cotton/linen blouse, a cotton skirt and stocked up with 500ml bottles of water. Yes, Dear Reader, I know places in London sell them, but the word there is 'sell'. I already have several plastic water bottles (which I bought during exceedingly thirsty times last year.) So I filled two sturdier ones from our tap and took them with me. Ok, they made my bag a tad heavy, but they'd only lighten.
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To the bus stop and, two buses later (or was it a bus and a train?) to Hoxton, where we saw the sign saying Geffrye Museum, but didn't notice the arrows <<, both times. We thus went >>, the long way round. The Geffrye Museum has very nice gardens, which show occasionally through pretty iron, but definitely locked, gates in their high brick wall. Eventually we found the front and went and sat a while in the garden. Blow the fact that it was now 3:30pm and the museum closes at 5pm.
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We took the more direct route back to Hoxton Station, where we caught a train to Clapham High St. This being BiL's old stomping ground he found a pleasant little branch of Strada, where we had salads and I had a coffee (train at 7:52pm). Then quickly (hah!) to the bus stop and a slightly nervous ride (somewhat added to by the fact that it was a 'Boris Bus' where the engine cut out every time it stopped) to Clapham Junction station across the Common, which was alive with people jogging, people cycling, people doing all sorts of organised physical jerks and even people just out enjoying the warm evening.
Fortunately we got to the station, even onto the correct platform, with time to spare.
And that was our day/afternoon-early evening in London. Fortunately, for us, the day was somewhat overcast and there was a pleasantly cooling breeze. I'm not sure I'll be venturing Londonwards until autumn. Not unless it's to a museum or gallery which doesn't reflect the outside temperatures anyhow! There is the Wildlife Photographer of the Year at the Natural History Museum, which is big and solid enough not to get too hot, which we'd like to see. BiL says when they have something special on at the actual V&A, which is just across the road, (not a retrospective of Pink Floyd) he'll let me know.
Right, it's shaping up to be main warm, if not warmer, today. I'm off to raid the market before all the vegetables get too limp.
Y'all have a good day now!
Monday night I went to bed as usual. It wasn't until I met BiL yesterday that I heard about what had happened in Manchester on Monday night.
A man had made a nail bomb, strapped it to himself and gone and blown himself up outside the Manchester Arena just as the audience were coming out.
At least 22 people were killed outright. 64 are still 'missing' or in hospital, some in 'critical' conditions. Many others are traumatised by what happened - what happened to them and what they saw of what happened to other people. Hello, Manchester. Welcome to what passes for daily 'life' in too many places worldwide (Iraq to name but one)!
Not that Manchester is going to let that get to them. See and hear Manchunian poet Tony Walsh's reponse here, made at the memorial service yesterday evening.
Not that that makes what happened in any way any less horrific. What makes it more so is that many of the audience that night were teenagers and 'tweenagers' (8-12 year olds), most of them girls, with their mothers.
Tell me, what kind of man (worthy of the name) attacks girls? What kind of ideology supports such depravity?
Mind you, having seen a picture of Ariana Grande (the main attraction at Monday evening's concert. Apparently very popular with 'tweenage' and younger teenage girls.) Where was I, oh yes, having seen a picture of Ariana Grande in one of her performance costumes (very short shorts and strappy top, loads of bare flesh on show) I'm also inclined to ask what kind of example is she, in her performance costumes, to young girls and young women?
There has been a lot of discussion about the too early 'sexualisation' of children, particularly girls. There's a lot of discussion about the objectifying of girls and women by putting them in revealing garb.
I, kinda, object to Ariana Grande's performance costumes and the example she gives. I can see how any even vaguely devout Muslim might. Not that that is any kind of justification for what happened.
There is some talk about how the bomber was 'known to Intelligence services'. There are people questioning why he hadn't been called in, and kept in.
Err, that kind of surveillance and behaviour by the police, Intelligence services, and armed forces is what happens in various restrictive regimes around the world eg: Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Guatemala, Mexico, (to name but a few places. Saudi Arabia even has 'religious' police, and they are really tough.)
We certainly can't go 'round up' any Muslim 'just in case'. That really would be playing into the hands of the extremists - so-called Islamic or Little Englanders!
If you have any aspirations or pretentions at all to being a truly civilised and inclusive society you just cannot go round up anyone you suspect might be, even those you know are, trouble makers. It's just not compatible with being civilised and inclusive. That's a police state - like East Germany was (they had the Stazi), like Romania was, like Columbia is trying hard not to be, like Myanmar was. Like China still is in many ways. For that matter, like Russia seems to be flirting with becoming again.
And of course there's the (not so) small matter that the Government has been, year on year, cutting funding to police forces across the UK. They're kinda stretched keeping law and order as 'tis. Even if it was legal to round up potential, or even known, trouble makers/criminals/would-be bombers, would they have the resources these days?
My thoughts and prayers are with the families so terribly affected by the bombing. Also with the police as they try to sort through the mess.
I'm also glad to hear that electioneering has been postponed for another day. I am ashamed to be glad about this, given the reasons, but there you are. Any respite is welcome! I pray that this attack will not frighten the government, of whatever completion, into passing reactive, ill-thought-through and therefore bad laws.
I'm also almost inclined to think, 'Bring back the IRA!' At least when they made bombs they only accidentally blew themselves up. When they placed bombs they'd often ring the police to give warning of what they'd done. I'm ashamed of that too!
Right. Nuff for now. I shall write about my day in London tomorrow or Friday. All being well.
Y'all have a good, and safe, day now!