The Forsyth Saga
That sums up Who Do You Think You Are? tonight on Bruce Forsyth. The program was mostly about Bruce’s great-grandfather, Joseph Forsyth Johnson, who was a landscape gardener and bigamist. East Enders had nothing on him for relationships and drama. Incidentally, forsythia is named after Joseph’s father.
Exxon Funds Climate Change Sceptics!
Now there’s a surprise, but just think what would happen if governments really clamped down on the burning of fossil fuels to companies like Exxon. Read about it in The Times.
I shall not be buying any more Esso petrol and diesel.
The Weekends Are The Worst!
After C died in December 2007, I found that the weekends were the worst times. That is apart from Christmas, where I volunteered to help in the Bury St. Edmunds Christmas Lunch for the elderly, who had no family or nowhere else to go. But I can’t even do that now, as I’m not allowed to drive.
So in early 2010, I made a pact with myself and made sure that I always had something to do at the weekend. Often that was football at Ipswich or on their travels and I think I hardly missed a match.
Before C died, wekends were full, but not particularly busy. Usually it would mean a meal out or a visit to the theatre or the cinema, or perhaps the shops in London or Bluewater. We also had four weekends away in 2009.
How times have changed!
This weekend from the time my carer/driver left on Friday night, I didn’t see anybody except the postman and the paper lady on Saturday and my stud groom on Sunday, when he delivered the Sunday Times.
It illustrates so well, our decision to think about retirement to somewhere like Hampstead in perhaps 2012 or 2013. Little did we know what would happen with C’s death from cancer of the heart and then my strokes.
Where I live may be beautiful and tranquil, but there is no shop or pub within walking distance, no bus worth talking about and as I can’t drive, the only transport option is a taxi at £25 a time to Newmarket or Haverhill. Taxis round here are more expensive than black cabs in London. I can afford them, but I object to being ripped-off!
And then this last weekend, the weather wasn’t good and the television with one or two exceptions was complete rubbish.
I suppose the solution is to plan them, so that I don’t get another one again!
Legal Highs
I don’t like drugs;prescription, legal or otherwise. I am on three drugs at the moment, warfarin to thin my blood, statins to stop my blood clotting and some tablets to reduce my hay fever. In a perfect society that is three too many.
There has been a report today about how dubious legal highs manufactured in China, sold on the Internet are now taken by millions of people.
Are people really that stupid to take such a substance?
I just typed “Legal Highs” into Google and I could easily buy enough dope to make an elephant fly!
The government is trying to find a way to ban them, but how do you ban something, when you don’t know what it is?
Somehow we must educate people that taking illegal substances and tobacco doesn’t do your health any good.
I also have read that Raoul Moat was a steriod abuser. Did that have any affect on his character and what he did? This article poses that question and provides a few answers.
The Anonymous Widower 