The Rough and the Smooth . . .

At the start of the week Twitter was so full of posts motivated by hate that I decided to close my account. I thought I might suffer from withdrawal symptoms, but none so far. I think Twitter is now doing more harm than good. I had blocked all sorts of vicious posters, but still others appeared, and there is no fun in that. I had joined Blue Sky, thanks to an invite sent me by another kind subscriber that I know from elsewhere, but it was so vacuous, despite making posts myself, and following other people that I ditched that too. So to complete the (un)social media clear out I closed my Mastodon account too.

Earlier this week, was it Monday night I had the most awful vertigo in bed. I had to clutch the sides of the mattress as it seemed like I was going to be thrown off. This dizziness and lightheadedness has continued all week to a lesser degree, including today. It is inconvenient rather than disabling and I can get around using my walking aids quite successfully. According to the NHS website this is either labyrinthitis, or vestibular neuronitis – it always helps if you can put a name to these things, doesn’t it ? – and it should pass off by itself in a few days, a few weeks, or it may go on for years. I leave you with this happy thought.

The amount of junk mail we get is amazing, and it is going up. All this mail has to be printed which means shifting paper about between the paper mills or the ports and the printers, and then more moving and burning of diesel to get it to our letter box. When we receive it we doctor it and it goes in the paper salvage, which means a refuse lorry with a crew of say three men tours all over the local area emptying our blue bins and then taking the stuff to Dumfries for further treatment. Much of this junk mail is from charities who address you by name and then cunningly put your name and address a second time on a payment slip at the back. We remove all names and addresses and shred them, and we pay Council Tax to have the rubbish taken away. Where is there any sense in all that ?

Temperatures were forecast to fall to -2 or -3˚C last night, and indeed, today we are all white. Not alright, but all white.

About Ian

Retired Clergyman, and former RAF person. Lives in Kirkcudbright, SW Scotland. One wife. Two children, three grandchildren and two great grandchildren scattered across UK, Europe and the USA. Long time member of the European Movement, and latterly of the Scottish National Party. ""Here's to us; who is as good as us? Damn few, and they're all dead"
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