a christmas carol and other christmas stories

It seems to me that we are way beyond just waging a proxy war against Russia. Not only are we supplying Ukrainians with weapons, but we are also training tens of thousands of their conscripts here in the UK. But we are in a de facto war against a nuclear nation and still people are not talking about how we have become, after Ukraine, target number 2 in the world. In normal times, such allegations would be all that sensible people would be talking about. In addition, in a speech, Putin highlighted Liz Truss’s nuclear sable-rattling during the Tory leadership contest. Deploying personnel on the ground in Ukraine, which directed a number of successful drone attacks on the Russian Navy.Training the Ukrainians in how to create a dirty bomb.Last week – the same week as Putin road-tested his nuclear capabilities – Russia blamed the United Kingdom for the following: Russia is losing: it is no longer a conventional war threat to NATO countries. With Russian ground forces getting pulverised, with its air force still without air superiority, with its navy hiding and with 300,000 poor conscripts mobilsed, Russia is in a jam of its own making. We are living through a more dangerous period than the Cuban Missile Crisis, yet nobody is talking about it. Life isn’t in the future! Forget the past. These little, irrelevant everyday things – tasks which I hitherto despised – have now taken on a whole new joy, because I can now do them, after so many months of uselessness on my part.Īfter 42 years of living mainly in my head – living in the past and, more often, living in various futures – I’m learning to live in the moment, as Alan Watts repeatedly advised us to do. Let’s go home.”Īlthough I hated every nappy I changed, and although, until recently, I hated pooper-scooping, today I’m loving it. Good dog: he usually does it close to a bin.

With the handy torch, on my phone, precariously balancing between my knees, successfully I scoop-up my prize, depositing it in the nearby bin. Then, at last, we have action! Thankfully, mission accomplished, over a pile of leaves: which always makes for easier scooping. I’m soaking, particularly my feet.ĭespite multiple commands to “ do a poo-poo”, the dog looks at me, bemused, his orange flashing collar makes me nauseous.

A christmas carol and other christmas stories