With World Cup orders really tailing off now and the prospect of selling large quantities of St. George flags after next week looking unlikely, I will try to find things to blog about, post New Labour. I haven’t really had the time yet to determine just how Blue Labour the Tories are.
For now, here is a bit of my garden at 10 o’clock this morning. The photo really doesn’t do it justice as the strong purples and lilacs of the foxgloves and other flowers haven’t come out well, but the poppies are the real eye-catcher in this area (there are more this side of the camera). To get political for a moment, I can’t help being reminded of the senseless waste of lives in the “British” Government’s wars of aggression and corporate empire: the beauty of God and nature versus the corrupted spirit of man.
I just want to point out that the garden was already laid out when I moved here in 2008. I am most definitely not in possession of green fingers, but I know I am very fortunate to be able to look out on a beautiful garden lovingly created by a previous owner.
I’m sure Labour would have got around to increasing my council tax for the nice view. Why should the fact that it is private property matter? Smoking is banned in private clubs, pubs and everywhere else. Private homes run as B&B’s are told who they must allow onto their property.
I have a lovely garden which someone else planned and I pay for its upkeep. Clearly, I ought to be punished for being able to enjoy something this nice…