Trouser leg for tea…

Thoughts go astray sometimes, especially as you get older, but I’ve never said “I’ll have a trouser leg for tea”? before….

I was deciding what to have for my evening meal and thought chicken leg with rice and a tomato pasta sauce would be simple and tasty…

I did chuckle as I said it to myself, I immediately realised that I had uttered the wrong phrase, I’m glad I did, I’m not completely gaga yet!

Tomorrow night I might have mice pudding…… Haha!

Early Autumn

The trees are starting to get brown. It’s August, it’s mid summer but it’s too hot. In some places there has been no rain for two months. We have had temperatures over 30°C for most of June, July and now August. Feilds are yellow, crops are failing. Cattle don’t have enough feed. Milk production is down.

There have been lots of grass fires and some forest fires, but today several houses in different towns were burnt to the ground. Even in the North of this city.

So Autumn of Climate change? Big business wants us to drill but it’s more like burn baby burn…..

There’s a meme going round which is something like “is this the coolest summer you will ever remember?” perhaps we will look back and wish we had listened to scientists and tried to do something about it?

Threads threw me out!

Apparently I was fraudulent or trying to get money from people.

If you’ve ever read my blog here I think it’s obvious that I am friendly and try to be helpful. I was doing the same thing on Threads. Maybe I was too nice.

I had found a place I thought I could write useful things, trying to be a good honest person. Clearly that doesn’t fit their algorithm.

There’s no one to talk to or email. No way to challenge this as far as I can see.

As it is I’m proclaimed guilty without any way to explain myself. Evicted by AI apparently. Guilty and no way to prove innocence. Cut off from new friends, ghosted by the machine!

Is this fair? Is it possible to get it overturned? Does anyone else have any experience on this? What about free speech.

It rained

Only for ten minutes, but the sky was cloudy, then darkened. I could HEAR it pattering against the windows, and when I went to the back door the noise was sublime. There were even puddles!

This is nothing, we have not had rain for weeks and it has been above 30°C in some parts of the country for over a month.

Now I’ve just finished the washing up and I’m drenched with sweat. It’s still warm and extremely humid. I’m so tired.

Goodnight.

Tree view

I took this photo yesterday looking out of the Fenton Town Hall window. Then I remembered the room used to be a court room, and I had been a witness there in a trial 30 years ago.

I won’t talk about the case, but I can say the person was found guilty.

Other features were holding cells where witnesses were kept until it was time to appear in front of the magistrates. I have to say it was a long and boring wait. I still remember sitting in a green painted room for hours.

Funny how taking a photo of something with no connection with a memory can stir  up things from years ago,

Stained glass

Not in a church, but in Fenton Town Hall. In Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire.

History of the hall from Google : Fenton Town Hall is 138 years old. It was built in Albert Square between 1888 and 1889 by local architect Robert Scrivener and financed by pottery magnate William Meath Baker.

I love the fact that municipal buildings can be beautiful and subtle too. Just because they are used for local political work or council business does not mean they have to be brutalist (although more modern buildings can be very ugly). I guess you have to balance cost and utility. But I love beautiful architectural design.