New Councillors

I hear we now have two bew coopted Parish Councillors, Jim Blackburn and Cris Sleep.  One can only wish them well but note that the village is littered wih burnt out former councillors who were ground down by the mass of petty regulations and lack of power that dog Parish Councils at every turn.   even in less constrained economic times then those we are currently experiencing.
  And a thought.  Seventeen grand for a new Tennis Court fence seems a bit excessive doesnt it ?.

Junk.

I have been having a major clearout of the flat recently.  Its frightening the amount of junk amd rubbish in the form of okd utilitybills and the like that accumulate behind your back over a short period of time such as a year and its surprising how long it takes to shred it all up when you eventually get to grips with it.

The Curse Of Facebook.

Once it was possible to go out for a quiet drink and a laugh on a Saturday afternoon without the fear that every nove tou make will be broadcast to the Workd.  This no longer applirs.  A lurking camera can record your every move and have your photo up on Facebook the next day. Unfortunatrely of course, as I found out yesterday, the camera doesnt always catch you at the right moment. Be warned. Facebooj takes no prisoners.

Back Up And Running.

Following the break caused by dealing with the consequenxes of ther dearh of my Mother the blog will now be again up and running and updating daiky as far as possinle.