So pleased with myself for getting out at around 9 am this morning and spending an enormous amount of cash in Sainsburys. This was not because I bought too much, it was because they have been going around the shelves increasing the shareholders payout. There was 10p on tins here, an increase there, and all this surrounded by shelving claiming 'special offers,' none of which were. Even their reduced stuff is to expensive. The supermarkets have us under control. They tell us what to eat, what to buy, how to live, if we do not keep our eyes open. They will not give Sainsburys staff bonuses at Christmas but they will give big payouts to shareholders, the very shareholders who refuse to vote for staff bonuses at Christmas. There are more Tories in this world than you thought.
A mere saunter around the white, frosted park was a change for me. I have not been getting out lately, again. The bright sun shone through the mist glistening of the frozen branches, warming the puffed out chests of the pigeons sitting high in the trees, satisfied, I think, with their breakfasts. I suspect it was freezing, or just above this morning. I ought to have worn the 'Tam O'Shanter' as it would have prevented my weak head from being frozen. However, wearing this scruffy beard has certainly been an advantage this morning.
Of course I am now worn out, my 'Chilli stew' was not chilli enough, the sun remains shining as the cold draft comes through the old window frames, and I want to go back to bed.
Nothing changes...