Idiot Wind

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats

Blowing through the letters that we wrote

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves

We’re idiots, babe, it’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves

I am very glad I am a dog. I don’t always think like this and very often, like my dear telepathic friend DylanDog, rather have the view that I am more a being from the human race that most of the human beings I come across. Perhaps I was a human being in a previous life.

But, in truth, I am glad to be a dog. This view has been confirmed in recent times by the events taking place in Ukraine. Him Indoors can barely watch the news coverage and normally turns it off the moment pictures of these events come on the tv. Dogs would never treat each other in the way the Russians are treating that independent country.

It’s all been a bit of a long time since I managed to put some thoughts together for you good people. I’m really sorry it has been so long.
This is because it’s not just the pain of watching events in Ukraine, life has dealt some poor hands to Him Indoors recently and it has been very distracting in a very bad way.

A long-standing friend from Him Indoors schooldays was terminally diagnosed and left us after such a brief period of illness that The Boss had no chance to visit him to say his farewell. Tim was one of life’s true characters, larger than life and a kind, funny man. He will be greatly missed by many. Him Indoors will miss being addressed as “Sir Alex” whenever they met or spoke on the phone, which was inevitably followed by a jolly jape comment to bring laughter.

Then some other long-standing close friend’s lost their son, who took his own life. He left behind family and The Boss worries about the impact on their lives in so many ways. He tends to be a naturally positive person, and so it proves impossible for him to understand the depths other people suffer.

Such events always lead to reflections and confirm my thoughts of being positive about life. Sometimes when we encounter these bad times, it helps to count our blessings rather than complain about our lot in life. It’s often too easy to be negative about things. I have rather poorly hind legs but I try and forget them in order to enjoy my walks.

I must say Rumpy Pumpy Court is a very nice place for my retirement. My new neighbour has been taking me for walks regularly, which is very kind as the Old Boy can only do 10 or 15 minutes walking at a time. I love the walks and I do get very excited when Karen comes around to get my lead.

Meanwhile, Him Indoors cannot reflect upon the social and political issues affecting our country (if he starts thinking about the world, I think his head explodes) without steam pouring out of his ears! To say that he is not a fan of Johnson is this year’s understatement. Having lived with the old boy now for six months, I can tell you ,my friends, he tries to be honest with people whilst also holding a set of decent values. In his view, very different to our PM.

He was holding forth about Partygate when the Grey report was released. He made the point as he stroked my head that the details of the parties are irrelevant. The reason it is important is that the events visibly illustrate the contempt which this government – and it is pretty exclusively this government – holds for both the people and for the law. 

Any decent democratic system would throw Johnson out of office not just for these lack of values. Added to his cronyism and total disregard for the truth is his incompetence with everything his government has been involved. How the government has evaded its responsibility for the amateurish withdrawal from Afghanistan – as illustrated by the parliamentary committee report on the withdrawal – is beyond his comprehension.

The Boss has been saying since the start of the pandemic, and the “quantitive easing” employed by most western governments (QE – the posh words for “printing money” as delivered by the Mugabe school of economics), that this would cause inflation. Shock, horror it has arrived and there apparently is nobody alive who seems to remember how horrific inflation is upon society or what to do – certainly none of our current band of idiots running the country.

In amongst all the gloom, I’ve been helping Him Indoors to finalise plans for this year’s Festival. It has all been come together pretty well – naturally I put this down to my waggy tail involvement – although His Nibs thinks its more to do with his gang of helpers (known as the committee).

Anyway all will be revealed to the world in the next couple of weeks, so I suggest you keep your eyes peeled on Facebook and the media.

We had a bit of a heatwave last week. The Boss insisted I stayed indoors the one day. I didn’t like it. I prefer to lay outside and be on guard for all eventualities, most of which never happen in quiet old Rumpy Pumpy Courtland. But I like to think that by laying outside I may tempt neighbour Karen into changing her plans and come looking for my lead and walkies!

I will try and send another note to you all in the near future. Lets hope the dreaded Covid keeps clear of us all.

Woof! Woof!