Nothing to report. I am invited to a garden booze up. If I take a drink it will be the first since last September.
Longlands
I have been given a copy of the latest
Conservative Longlands byelection leaflet.
I am still inclined to think that
the Labour leaflet is more informative but people will either vote for more
of the same or raise two fingers to the arrogance too often displayed by
Bexley’s Conservative leadership. It is basically a one woman band and
occasionally the word democracy gets forgotten.
On
the other hand we have been spared some of the madness imposed under cover of
Covid by the socialist zealots who run neighbouring boroughs. Maybe that is too
sweeping a statement, Bromley Council has been just as stupid
according to a
residents’ newsletter that is sent to me every month.
Conservative candidate Lisa-Jane Moore endorses all the existing Council
policies which is fair enough, she would not have been permitted to do anything
different but neither is there anything new. If there was the Leadership would
have pinched the idea. Lisa is a good well meaning local resident but will
probably have to learn the hard way that she she will be valued mainly as voting fodder.
And her gas canister problem (Photo1, see her leaflet) appears to be minor compared with more northerly wards.
(Photos 2, Belvedere.)
No more Norman Dodds
Those who ought to know tell me that there is
no longer any reference to the
Labour Party on their Erith and Thamesmead Headquarters building because if it
is festooned only with Parliament’s crest - the Portcullis - the signage can be
claimed as a Parliamentary expense. Any mention of a political party and it can’t is their message.
Sure enough there have been redecoration bills among our MP’s expenses claims, but no signage yet shows on the register.
Getting taxpayers to pay for an MP’s ego boost doesn’t seem very honest to me but then pretty much nothing is at Westminster any more.
Wild Bexley
I
have been adopted by a fox. It has progressed from trying to steal the bird’s
fat balls to eating the leather shoes left in the shed for occasional gardening
duty to sitting on the patio doorstep as if it expects to be fed. If I open the door it comes closer.
When the weather is good the door is usually left open and over the years it has
attracted several birds and mice plus a bat and a frog. Johnson’s lockdown has
been a lonely experience at times but I think I can do without a young vixen.
Maybe I am being asked to vote Fox on 6th May.