Words from the front…

 So today, the assholes who are buying the house in Dorset, are quibbling about the few quid we asked for all the white goods. Because of this, we couldn’t exchange today. Yes, fucking well done you dumb bastards. We are moving on Tuesday next, and you fucked it up. Fucking well done you ignorant retards!

  Even now, at this very late stage, the solicitors are STILL finding fucking bits of soooo very important paperwork that they just haven’t’got round’ to doing!  Yesterday, an email that I HAD to print out, sign, with a fucking witness, no less, and return, at the cost of £6.85!  The energy performance certificate, oh so vitally fucking important, apparently 🙄 and we can’t possibly exchange without this shitty piece of paper.  I have cancelled the phone, arranged the house clearance, I hope to god the stair lift people turn up to remove it, the moving company who are still only fucking loosely “pencilled in” to pack up the house on Monday.  But oh, it doesn’t really matter to any one does it, as they sit in their cosy office, about who’s fucking bastard life they fuck over. Doesn’t matter about how many nights I stay awake worrying about if this or that is done. Doesn’t matter to them about why I should have to constantly check up on them to make sure they migh...

 So I’m doing the 16/8. Last time I went for a run in the morning, I got about 5k and completely ran out of useable energy.  It absolutely crashed me, I literally had to walk back! Never have I crashed to such an extent before.  One of the guys in our run club suggested dextrose tabs.  Well, I went out about midday, which is normally when I would have lunch after the morning fast. Took a couple of tabs at first. Felt ok. Kept running. Got to 5k, felt my energy starting to ebb, took another one, and one last one with about 3k  left.  Kept me going, all the way back! Wasn’t even hungry! Didn’t have lunch until 3.00!  A successful experiment I’d say!

  Patterson, resigned, Geoffrey Cox, Ex Tory PM’s, A fine tradition of MP’s who represent their own wallets!  Sunak, who’s billionaire wife owns PPE companies that get contracts that are never delivered, Cameron, making sure he gets his cut.  But oh! If we don’t agree with their sleazy crookedness, we can vote them out!  Oh yes, but the ones who win elections are the ones with the deepest pockets to fund the very best campaigns! And of course, tell the biggest lies. Our system of ‘democracy’ is broken. It’s run by the elite, who keep themselves in power.  One or two slightly lower class are tolerated in a  strictly token way. But we the people have no real say in how our country is run. Greedy bastards like Cox keep getting re elected because no one else has enough media presence, he makes sure of that. No doubt his ‘cronies’ make sure everyone is on board with certain societies that run all the big businesses too. No doubt about that. These people are self...

 Still we wait. Had a call from purple dicks on Friday, wanted an update. Why the fuck call me? Why not call the seller, or, as I call him, ‘ass hole’. It’s his uselessness that is holding up the sale: him and his sloppy cheap solicitor. If they had paid for the management pack, many months ago, mum would have long sine moved in by now.