Wednesday's wander over to Belmont to pick up a large buggy, found Wendy waiting before 8am, to conclude the deal. Let's just say it took a while, exchanging views on causes of Autism, including injury by vaccines. The trip up the A1 was fast and meant Daisy and I nearly made the agreed time of arrival at 10am for coffee. Except the research was faulty, there was no Satnav, and a belated cry for help by mobile phone to the waiting daughter meant a very late arrival at 11.20 ... for coffee and a good walk before lunch.
As for the accident which had smashed the previous buggy, without injuring the elder daughter, or either of the other drivers involved, it turned out to have been a misjudgement by the daughter crossing the A1, hit in the side by the driver speeding South, which knocked her car into a car waiting to enter the A1. The elder daughter claimed responsibility since she told the police it was all her fault. The loss adjusters seeking to spread the blame and the costs of the claims, rang to see how her honesty might be mitigated. Since I know how good she is at driving, my question was how fast was the one who drove into her going, which the police usually estimate by measuring the skid marks on the road. The skid marks in the pants of the respective drivers are never measured, of course, but let's just say all three were in a state of shock, and leave it at that.
Meanwhile, in the delightful small terrace, tucked away in the countryside, a lovely day was spent with the family and a wonderful neighbour next door, and the drive home along the A68 on the scenic route was quiet and magical to end a perfect Wednesday.
As this part of the UK is enjoying a heatwave, the wanders around Stanhope are relaxing and take a while as humans are engaged in conversations on various topics, not least questioning matters philosophical, psychological and political as we all try to make sense of the nonsense emanating from the mouths of sophists determined to continue the Great Reset, to reduce the world population by billions, leaving the planet in the hands of the plutocrats and their slaves, as predicted by Huxley in his Brave New World. Of course, Aldous wrote other predictions in Island, his later work, and we always have choices which way to remake our worlds. Some say that the Age of Aquarius is in the process of birthing after its long dawning since 1968 or thereabouts. That was a great time to be a young person in London finding freedom in all sorts of ways.
Now it's Saturday in Stanhope, with the school holidays upon us and the Behavioural Insights Team advising a short break for the oppressed masses, in case they start revolting too much. Monday sees much revolting planned in Parliament Square, London, and protests all over the world as we slowly wake up to the shocking truth of the depopulation agenda, and the pressing need to remind the dark forces that Love always wins in the end. Of course.
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