Post 341. GOODBYE TO 2019

A BEWILDERING YEAR. 
Sad, but with a few highs.

One of  the highs for me.
The very recent kindle publication of  my story for children aged nine to ninety nine. 
Thanks to the efforts of our son, Neil, whose artwork graces the cover, The Badgers of  Deepwood (originally written - and still written throughout - as Deep Wood) can now be bought on Amazon Kindle for the princely sum of £2.30. 
I hope you will think it worth giving a try. The price shouldn't break you and it's a good read, even if I do immodestly say so. 
And an even bigger high. 
The progress made by our daughter, Roz, in completing her chemo sessions and making preparation for the reconstruction of breasts operation next year. Keep a kind place in your heart for her. 
More when we know more. 
And then the sadness.

At the putting down of our dear pal for many years, the cat Shadow, He was all of twenty four/five years old and in fast failing health, so I accept it was the kindest, the only sensible, thing to do for him. But I can neither forgive myself for arranging it nor stem my tears at the memory of it. Us and our animals, eh?  
Nor can we help but worry. 
At the health problems undergone by mates like John A. and Ian D. this year. We can only wish them both a full recovery and all the very best for 2020.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 
To you, too, dear reader.

Don't let politicians get you down!

Post 340. SO THAT'S IT THEN.

THE ELECTION'S DONE.

And the Tories won with a massive majority which will see them in power for at least five more years. 

Clearly the electorate disliked Corbyn even more than it distrusted Johnson. 

Now sit back and wait for the blatant lies, the broken promises, the blanking of the underdog, the disregard for public services, the systematic dismantling of the BBC and NHS, and the shameless kowtowing to a fat reality television twat in America. Make no mistake, it's all in the pipeline now. I trust none of them. 

Get Brexit done? 

Bollocks!

SO FORGET POLITICS.

It's Christmas, hence the slight lateness of this post. 

My Leader and I spent yesterday writing Christmas cards to people we like and respect. If you don't get one it won't be because we don't like and respect you, it will be because we are getting older and increasingly lapse into forgetfulness. 
Ah well. Age is a bugger, but it still beats the alternative.
Anyway, whether you're on the card list or not, if you are reading this, I hope you'll have a joyous, heartwarming festive season. Happy Christmas to you!