Rock Chick's got a voice

 One of the most pleasurable experiences I've had was last night when my step-daughter while under the influence of some grape juice began to put the world to rights. Because she was putting both myself and Sparkling Eyes under questioning, asking us whether we voted Brexit, then she told us how life is so difficult for women. And then she went on to say we were the Baby Boomers, or rather the Boomers. Whilst she was with it, hip and a Millennium. I'm not entirely sure what the definition is of a Millennium but she was one of them. She used all the social media platforms, but only to view and hardly ever to post items on them. She described them as a "mask" by which people hide their true persona and then become something else. Something not very nice. She wanted her children to have a better life. For Princess J who is actually not very Princess like and more of a Miss Minecraft knight. She told us how the world was so, so unfair and unjust for women who were expected often to sit in the house, were made to take second place. All the time she explained this, I recognised this Rock Chick wears the trousers, she's got a voice. A wonderful loud voice and I hope she uses it a lot more. Speaks out and takes on the biggots and shows she's one tough cookie. Which means this out of touch not with it Boomer had better know his place. I was indeed very proud and happy she could be so vocal and so much fun. I know now calling her husband Dangerous Sports Lad had a reason behind it. Mind he's not so much into the dangerous stuff now and is a very responsible Daddy.

Trees, a bee sting and the road back

So there stand at the end of the garden 4 sets of conifer trees, they could be llyandi, but I'm not entirely sure.  For the past several months I've had a go at cutting them down, unfortunately they also stretch over two other gardens and about 8 or 9 telephone lines. There are still strategically difficult branches which need cutting but may fall on a phone line or two. What do I do? I'm as the Scottish will tell you scunnered with them. I've had enough right up to my eyeballs but know the job needs to be attempted again. 

The problem is I need someone to help me. I've figured out its a matter of tying a rope to the overhanging branches and having a second person pull the rope so as the branch is cut and falls it moves to one side of the phone lines.  Alternative I'll need a neighbourhood counsellor as they come crashing down on the lines and the locals find they have no phone or internet services because they've been effectively cut off. Surely people can do without communication for a day. These providers are pretty quick to get them fixed. I know from experience as two lines have already been affected.

Only a couple of days ago I was helping baby sit my grandson. He's 3 years old and is infatuated with cars. He's also got a thing about being as messy as possible, running about without any clothes on and watching non stop cartoons. Which are actually quite funny, like Misha and the Bear, if you need a good laugh at the world watch it. This should be recommended viewing for all adults with a blue disposition, I laughed and laughed and laughed. However, as my wife Sparkling Eyes will tell you, a sense of humour can be a personal and even different thing. In the meantime if she wants to laugh she just watches me and within a few moments will be rolled up. She saw me take in the washing the other evening and while doing it I was stung by a bee. My reaction she found humorous but only confessed this after a glass of wine. Well it's good to be entertainment for one's loved ones.

 I will have to think about returning to London again. Even if it's for a short while. Mum is 80 and she is now afraid of cutting the grass incase she gets a nose bleed. It's the medication she's on. The last one took 30 minutes to stop and she doesn't want to overdo it. It is a funny thing but the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder is very true. I realise this now having barely seen her over the last couple of years when normally I wouldn't be able to get away from her. The government has now put in charge of Health a banker who likes to make money. Of course this will mean the entire country will learn lessons he will impose on us through his own ineptitude. But such is the road back. In this case it's probably a very windy one with some cliff edges to negotiate, a map and infrared goggles to help see at night would be a good thing.