On this bright and warm Sunday in Summer I find myself settling down, not to preach a Sermon or read the lesson or even write the Parish Magazine, but to Blog.
The dog is outside snoozing in the Sun growling at something in her dreams and I am sitting typing words in order to fill the blank screen.
This morning the big society offered up some amazingly risible stories.
Not the least the Civil Servant who got into a pickle by poking fun at Mr Pickles the Community Secretary.
On Friday evening at supper in our local Indian Restaurant we were offered the pickle tray as usual.
The usual combination of sweet, sour and spicy pickles a bit like the stories the Blogger told about life in Mr Pickles department, but now he has been ousted and Mr Pickles has his revenge.
It rather suggests that the con dems have lost their sense of humour. Perhaps the very spicy pickles were just a bit too spicy?
It's all together too easy to demand to be taken seriously by everybody and demand respect from everybody, but surely it is a basic lesson, one we learn in the Nursery, that respect has to be earned.
The administration has had too many changes of both heart and policy and too many changes of direction on everything from the NHS, Crime and Punishment and Forests for the public not to develop a degree of scepticism about what proposal will be put forward next and then revised the day after it has been announced.
British jobs for British workers, a phrase that Gordon Brown must have regretted the minute he had read the words off of his script, are being used again by the man known as IDS, or Mr Smith as this ever respectful Blogger likes to call people in order to maintain a degree of respectfulness.
But of course on the whole a basic premise of any interview for a job means that the most suitable candidate will be offered the job and surprisingly for Mr Smith perhaps, often the most suitable candidate is not British but may be an Asylum seeker who wishes to become British or is, even worse, European, and is appointed on what used to be called merit.
On Friday I attended the prize giving at a school of which I am a Trustee/Governor. As usual the prize giving was a moving ceremony as the young people received awards for a wide range of both Academic, Cultural and Sporting achievements.
As Staff, Parents and Governors wished the young people well in the futures, it was with a hope that their success at school would be translated into success in their future lives.
There was also a story in the Sunday Paper about the fact that there are now more retired Civil Servants than working Civil Servants, because I worked briefly as a Civil Servant I receive a small pension via Capita who now administer Civil Servant Pensions, now it seems that a new member has been added to our ranks.
Like him I did not receive a Knighthood but interestingly Capita awarded me an Honorary Doctorate and I'm sure that my Post Man is impressed when he delivers the statement of my annual pension, on which I pay Tax ! to The Reverend Doctor ............
The dog is outside snoozing in the Sun growling at something in her dreams and I am sitting typing words in order to fill the blank screen.
This morning the big society offered up some amazingly risible stories.
Not the least the Civil Servant who got into a pickle by poking fun at Mr Pickles the Community Secretary.
On Friday evening at supper in our local Indian Restaurant we were offered the pickle tray as usual.
The usual combination of sweet, sour and spicy pickles a bit like the stories the Blogger told about life in Mr Pickles department, but now he has been ousted and Mr Pickles has his revenge.
It rather suggests that the con dems have lost their sense of humour. Perhaps the very spicy pickles were just a bit too spicy?
It's all together too easy to demand to be taken seriously by everybody and demand respect from everybody, but surely it is a basic lesson, one we learn in the Nursery, that respect has to be earned.
The administration has had too many changes of both heart and policy and too many changes of direction on everything from the NHS, Crime and Punishment and Forests for the public not to develop a degree of scepticism about what proposal will be put forward next and then revised the day after it has been announced.
British jobs for British workers, a phrase that Gordon Brown must have regretted the minute he had read the words off of his script, are being used again by the man known as IDS, or Mr Smith as this ever respectful Blogger likes to call people in order to maintain a degree of respectfulness.
But of course on the whole a basic premise of any interview for a job means that the most suitable candidate will be offered the job and surprisingly for Mr Smith perhaps, often the most suitable candidate is not British but may be an Asylum seeker who wishes to become British or is, even worse, European, and is appointed on what used to be called merit.
On Friday I attended the prize giving at a school of which I am a Trustee/Governor. As usual the prize giving was a moving ceremony as the young people received awards for a wide range of both Academic, Cultural and Sporting achievements.
As Staff, Parents and Governors wished the young people well in the futures, it was with a hope that their success at school would be translated into success in their future lives.
There was also a story in the Sunday Paper about the fact that there are now more retired Civil Servants than working Civil Servants, because I worked briefly as a Civil Servant I receive a small pension via Capita who now administer Civil Servant Pensions, now it seems that a new member has been added to our ranks.
Like him I did not receive a Knighthood but interestingly Capita awarded me an Honorary Doctorate and I'm sure that my Post Man is impressed when he delivers the statement of my annual pension, on which I pay Tax ! to The Reverend Doctor ............
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