Gobsmacked!

Yesterday evening was the occasion of the AGM of the allotment association. It was something of a revelation. There are 38 full-size allotments and some are divided into half plots and a few are divided into quarters. As a result there are 59 members of the association (plot holders). Forty two (that's right, 42) turned out for the AGM. I was gobsmacked. Most of the clubs and societies I've had anything to do with have huge difficulty getting people to attend their AGMs, but a 70% turn-out for the AGM is something I have never encountered before. I am proud to be a member of such an august bunch.

We do some things right.

Having watched a recording of Colin Firth thanking the fridge repair man for interrupting him sending an email, I loved this article in the Independent this morning. I've never really understood the attraction of the BAFTAs, especially to the Americans, but this goes a long way to explaining it. It sounds as though our academy treats people like grown-ups. I wish our government would do the same.

Now what?

One of our two desktop computers has stopped working. This is a serious pain in the bottom. I now don't know what to do....

The clear-out begins

The long slow sort out of the garage has started. I have enough hardware to open my own branch of B&Q. Why do I buy so many packets of screws? Much of the stuff is useful, and a great big sort out is needed. It will have to wait until it has got to Spalding.

The open trailer is filling up with things that I no longer want, so a trip to the tip is looming. At present, I can only bear to spend an hour out there as my hands get so cold. It seems that there will have to be two or more trips with the Land Rover and Box trailer dedicated to getting the contents of the garage over the 100 miles to our new house. Ah well, it's better than working.

It's all too much.

All the indications are that a General Election will take place in May. Already, I am fed up with the campaigning that is going on. Chief among my hates is the site of Peter Mandelson looking so smug as he spouts another collection of lies. The Tories do not seem to be able to construct and maintain a consistent policy on anything, so I think I shall be rooting for the Liberal Democrats.

Mind you, if I had friends like Gordon Brown whose ex colleague, Lance Price's article in the Independent today, I'd just call and election now and have done with it.

If the wretched politicians can just keep the campaigning down to an acceptable level until the weather gets better, then I can retire to the allotment and live there (without the "benefit" of a TV) during the campaign itself.

I don't like the Cold.

Today we have explored Boston and Kings Lynn. I particularly liked Kings Lynn and we shall have to go back there when it is so cold. Boy, it was bitter today!

The Terry fiasco.

The fuss over one John Terry and the captaincy of the England football team has me completely bemused. Fabio Capello has surely taken the only sensible decision. John Terry would certainly not play in any team I managed. What would the atmosphere in the England dressing room be like? How could he possibly command any respect from his team mates? The man appears to be a complete idiot, who cannot keep his tackle in his trousers. Idiot!

Snow stops play

When I came to this morning, there was a dusting of snow on the ground. As a result, the pressure washer did not get an outing and our cars remain dirty and caked in more salt spray than they were yesterday.

Perhaps tomorrow, after we've been to IKEA