Rubbish.

Writing Rubbish.  Well, there’s enough  of that to write about at the moment.
Corona Virus.  Who knows what anyone is talking about?  For certain sure most of the pundits don’t.  If anything actually brought home Fake News to me then this is it.  So I am still in the dark and staying at home while that bunch of wankers decide what is best for Me.  I have already decided that they aren’t getting my Pension anytime soon.  Fortunately, I haven’t yet been relegated to a Care Home, otherwise I might be dead by now..  This is seriously not funny.

Harry and Meghan and The Tatler.  A ridiculous article that makes zero sense.  God help Journalism.  But trying to undermine The Duchess of Cambridge was not a good idea.

Meghan?  They can please themselves.  I thought she was lovely.  I have changed my mind somewhat.  Just don’t pull The Racist Card with me.  However, I do have to mention her hair which must cost a fortune.
These two should have a look at recent history and what happened to The Duke and Duchess of Windsor.

Just as a matter of interest, The Prince of Wales inherits The Duchy of Cornwall absolutely.  It is a private inheritance to whom The Duke of Windsor had no progeny.  So Prince Charles got it by default.  I know all too much about this because my husband of the time owned a lot of the Leases when The Duke of Windsor died and it cost my husband an arm and both legs to return these properties in good order.   Nothing wrong with that.  It is The Law.
However, I currently own The Freehold of a house which is in five flats.  And you all don’t want to know about the stress that this has caused me.  
The Leaseholders know best, and have By Law the right to decide.  Forget the last time they cocked it up.  But they are at least paying The Ground Rent this time and for the moment.  Such as it is.
It will all fall apart on the next occasion that the roof leaks and the smart arse who bought the Attic Flat can’t get them all to pay.  Ha Ha, not my problem.  The house can now fall down for all I care.  I own The Land.

What else is rubbish?  The Rotten Little Swine?  Nothing rubbish about him.  He is as smart as houses.

Okay.  George Floyd.  I didn’t really want to get involved in this.  It is just another Black Man who died at the hands of another White Policeman.  Although I seem to remember another black man dying recently at the hands of vigilantes.  This is America’s problem.
It won’t happen in Britain, unless Britain wants the wrath of Britain to descend.  Which it would.

To finish on a more ridiculous note.  How’s about Recycling?  I am currently paying The French State 250 Euros a year to cart this ghastly problem with Plastic half a mile down the road to Recycling Bins that are absolutely full at the moment.  But I have to separate this shit myself.
Until I was told that I must do this I didn’t have any idea of how awful Plastic is.  It’s a bloody good job that I have my son to do this for me and that he has my car to do it.
At 81 years of age I couldn’t do this myself on a regular basis.
I do remember some obscure old lady wheeling a wheel barrow full of empty bottles to the nearest bin, but whether or not that was to keep him comatosed is neither here nor there.  He quite likely beat her up if he wasn’t permanently pissed.
Plastic is a terrible problem.  But I can’t be asked to get really upset about this.  If my children’s children can’t see this then on their own heads.
Did I say this?
Any more rubbish?  Probably not.

2 Responses to “Rubbish.”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    I think a big problem with “now”, is that people have no historical knowledge. There is no knowledge of how things were like before. What people did or didn’t do. How they did or didn’t do things. That is why there are so many victims, and so few positive ones. ” Life is shit and then you die” is a good Maxim for life. It makes you feel good when things aren’t as bad as they were in the Middle Ages.

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    I gave up my fighting days many years ago, Liz. And it was probably a waste of time anyway.
    I did see the end of The Death Penalty in Britain, although almost certainly without any help from me. And fighting Plastic is hardly the same thing.

    Nowadays I separate the rubbish and pay the extortionate bill while my son dumps it all.

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