Still working, but …
Have you noticed there are never enough hours in the day?
I’m sure I could draw up a long list of things I could have done with them, but then again I would probably have been distracted by something – my latest new guitar perhaps; the urge to drive for a couple of hundred miles for a night away and a long cool beer in a strange pub; or taking to the hills, maybe bagging another couple of Munros.
No worry – I’ll get round to all those things when I have time and a half-decent weather forecast.
As it was we did have a very pleasant holiday in the Canaries – Fuerteventura to be precise – just relaxing, walking around the island’s beaches and towns, eating nice food, chatting with some very pleasant people and sampling the odd beer or bottle of wine.
It was our first holiday in a long time – thanks to Covid – and it gave me the opportunity to look at Britain and consider what people thought about what is happening here.
Of course when you arrive on a UK flight you are automatically labelled a Brit, until you tell people you are actually a Scot. Then, as conversation develops with the odd remark about Brexit, they can’t understand why we are no longer in the EU when we voted to remain.
Then you name the culprit, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, our scheming, conniving, lying and mendacious prime minister
who has turned these isles into a world laughing stock. He is the only man who is more Trumpian than The Donald himself.
It’s not only Johnson of course, but the overprivileged and loathsome Eton and Oxford educated coterie that inhabit the corridors of power with him.
Tempting though it is, I’m not going to waste my words with a diatribe against such enemies of the state. Their time will come, sooner rather than later.
But shortly after returning from holiday I met and spent some time with a sibling I never knew I had – a sister who has made her life in Canada. Shock doesn’t begin to express my initial reaction, but we spent a very pleasant day discussing familial affairs – quite literally as it turned out.
For the past few of days I have thought of little else. But there is more – a cousin (?) – of mine who lives down under and who has been engaged in some very impressive research into our family history, which is quite stunning.
One day when I’ve made sense of it all, I might put fingers to keyboard, but I’m still trying to digest it all and I’m in need of a nightcap.
Until the next time – pip pip.
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