If you popped out first thing this morning to get your Saturday newspaper to leisurely read while eating your corn flakes and drinking your choice of brew, you were probably disappointed. A group calling itself Extinction Rebellion stopped the distribution of newspapers from the presses by blocking access roads. Their reason? Newspapers are not reporting on climate change. That’s very odd when most of what I know about climate change – that it’s definitely happening – I’ve gleaned from the newspapers. Let’s face it, Greta Thunberg and her story has appeared in nearly every newspaper in the world.
The BBC is advertising for a senior communications specialist following the backlash after they reintroduced a license fee for the over 75s. We might find of course that they increase the cost of the license to pay the new salary. For a start we should all be getting a refund for the loss of programmes during the last five months. I’m wondering if I should hold off paying mine just in case they scrap it altogether. Some hopes, the so called communications specialist’s role will be mainly to convince us that we are getting good value for money. It’s been reported in the Daily Express that the BBC has earmarked £140 million pounds to collect fees and chase viewers who do not pay. (Who’s that ringing my doorbell?).
I spent a nice day down on the beach today with my dear friend Winnie who has rented a beach hut for a month. It was a lovely sunny day and we had a good old chin wag putting the world to rights, ate our sandwiches and drank plenty of tea. We even managed a walk on the prom. Perfect.
I can see a new Agatha Christie in the making. It will probably be titled The Body in the Round Pond in Will and Kate’s Garden. Yes, that’s right, a body was found and the Met police unfortunately misidentified it and informed the wrong set of parents. They were pleased if somewhat surprised when their daughter walked through the front door. So the body in the pond is still a mystery and Agatha is no longer. I wonder if I could manage a murder mystery?
Ladies, be careful what you wish for. In Leamington Spa a wife suggested to her husband that maybe he could tidy the garden and perhaps even get a gnome or something. She should have stopped after ‘gnome’ because her hubbie knowing she was keen on anything Jurassic bought an eleven foot T-Rex. It cost him £1,600 plus another £500 to have it winched into the back garden, he planned it as a surprise when she was away. She arrived home late and went straight to bed. Getting up in the middle of the night and opening the back door (probably a smoker) she nearly died of fright when she spotted the new addition to her garden. She woke up half the neighbourhood with her screams and that was before she knew how much it cost. Back to bed for me. Good night beach combers everywhere.😴💤😴