10th May 2019 A martyr to Equinilibrium!

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Friday 10th 51F-ish, rather cloudy with overnight rain. A very rare visit from "A Company Technician." Having the chimney sweep call in the same year is almost "a rave" in terms of our social calendar.  Drove to the city later [again.] Well, you have to sometimes, don't you? Our first new TV in 15 years was a dud.

 Toxic!

Having the company technician call to confirm our worst fears as [quote] "perfectly normal" was enough whitewashing for any averagely cynical couple of our age group. Back it went with as much haste as I could muster from our ancient car when towing an equally ancient chariot trailer. If  they were any older I'd have to drive against the traffic. With a man carrying a red flag up front.

Returning stuff in Gravely Blighted is fraught with fear and trepidation. They've had hundreds of years to practice their "You've used it" in a vicious and demented, low bellow designed to embarrass you enough to go away. Having Local Trading Standards Officers covering your back doesn't help one iota. You are automatically guilty for having bought the shop's crap in the first place. Guilty by association!

I nearly caused a severe case of Equinilibrium today amongst the local, Viking ponies. They thought I was carrying food when it was only a rolled up, advertising newspaper. You should have seen the look of disappointment on their faces! Anyone would have thought I'd beaten them with it! I quite like ponies. But I couldn't eat a whole one.

A miffed, Viking pony planning invasion in revenge for a 1000-year old misunderstanding.

The latest climate news is the Danish government is entirely responsible for allowing the world's CO2 to pass the tipping point. They keep allowing low lying swamp to be grassed for grazing. With dire results on CO2 slippage. I shall be holding them to account at the coming election. In fact I may well be chanting [bare breasted of course] outside the local polling station. Why "station?" They haven't seen a train around here since the '50s.

I'm quite torn between the immediacy of a hand painted placard. Or something almost legible from our ancient [diesel-pooter] printer. Having to use Giggle to translate my treasonous thoughts from West Country Gravely to Pidgin Danish might be a mistake.

I daren't ask for advice from any of the locals. Not after that newspaper & pony express incident. I get enough weird  looks already! That's the problem with being the only Tricyklist in the village. Trehjuletcykelrytter doesn't quite trip off the tongue like the more familiar English term. Perhaps that's why I'm so slow?

Saturday 11th 34-63F calm with a white frost on the grass, but sunny and warming quite quickly. Some fluffy clouds but should be a pleasant day. A pleasant walk to the village. The farmer came around spraying outside our hedge in the early afternoon. With the sound of kids playing in local gardens it was timed to perfection.

Sunday 12th 45F, sunny and windy with fast moving cloud from the west. Walked to the lanes. The wind was so cold I should have worn gloves and a thicker jumper.

The Swedish climate activist and part time schoolgirl, Greta Thunderbug, is actually being allowed into Denmark. I expect the climate denialists amongst the ruling politicooze hoped to ban her on some technicality, or other. But the election is underway and there are a lot of desperate gravy train riders facing an imminent, lifelong pension.

Pretending to be mildly interested in climate change for a few seconds on local TV might just swing the odds amongst the swingers.The wanted posters are going up all over the place but I am unsure where, or how, one claims the reward for capturing any of these desperadoes. I missed the lesson on becoming a bounty hunter.

A ride to the shop is planned but don't get overexcited. It will not be of any great length.  

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