Friday, December 13, 2019
British election night. England votes one way, Scotland another. A King Pyrrhus of Epirus moment awaits someone. Between elections and referendums voting is becoming a pretty regular occurrence. This morning the family princess is looking a little the worse for her late night. Not so much a bad hair day as a lopsided hair day. I tell Sophie she's a vision of loveliness. Thankfully, Polish Lowland Sheepdogs don't understand gentle sarcasm
Outside it's cold and wet. Angus discovers this is 'twinge' inducing weather. The mayors secretary has been up early to set out the Christmas decorations around the war memorial. This must have taken her all of five minutes.
Workmen were busy in the village yesterday afternoon. A team painted white lines around the wheel chair accessible parking spaces. Another team installed a solar powered light and attached a parking sign to it. A third team dug trenches.
The wheelchair accessible parking spaces have had electronic guidance systems installed. Any visitors with eyesight impairment can now follow an electronic signal from a buried wire. This assumes that any visitors will have a suitably hi tech sensor with them. All of this capital investment seems highly improbable in a village of 67 souls.
Christmas music 10. So Harvard to sing in Welsh. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6kWUyqKOL0&feature=youtu.be&t=5239