A two year anniversary.

The 27th of November marked the two year anniversary of me closing my business and taking early retirement.

A number of people have asked me recently I have any regrets, and to be honest the answer is no I don’t have a single one.

It was normally hard work, as it often is dealing with the public, who quite often had no real idea what they wanted. Some only wanted a web site because their friends had one.

Over the years I set up numerous blog sites using WordPress, which is what this blog site runs on. Most of them died a death, some quicker than others as the owners went onto new fads and trends.

Now I just go with the flow and take things as they come, I still get the odd person, often odder in more ways than one ask if I will do them a site, and I always decline.

I am a great believer in once I have made a decision to stick by it. It’s rare I regret that stance.

So we slowly meander towards the general election a week on Thursday and cruise towards Christmas. The excitement is building.

 

 

Honest and true with a few lies and false promises thrown in for good measure.

Well here we are with less than a month to the General Election.

The great and the good are going round the country, promising this, that and the other but only having enough money for a couple of bags of crisps.

I look at the party leaders and think that I would honestly never buy a second hand car from any of them. All these promises are being thrown about with not a mention of how they will be paid for.

The majority of the electorate are aware of the fact that nothing is free in this world especially from politicians. Promises are made for money from the national money tree, also known as the tax payers. They stand or sit on TV with a straight face with promises of money for all sorts of things, speaking as though it’s their money. The must be nuts not to realise that what they are promising to do is to take money from the taxpayer with the left hand and give it back to them with the right, with of course a bit of commission taken out in the process.

They bang on about helping the less well off, making believe they have empathy with the poor, whilst living in expensive houses and often driving big cars. I can’t think of one politician who will be sitting tonight wondering wether they will exceed their overdraft or wonder if the last tin of beans in the cupboard should be for tea tonight or breakfast tomorrow.

I can’t remember who first used the phrase “Often we vote for the least worse rather than the best.” But it is so true Perhaps the time has come for a new box on the ballot paper that we can tick that simply says “None of the above.”

The wife and I both have postal votes, we fill these in and send them off every time, I do wonder if I had to vote in person that looking at the candidates locally I would bother to vote on polling day if there is heavy rain.”

Ah well back to the excitement of YouTube!!!

 

The art of communication.

Communication is very important, though at times perhaps a little overdone.

We see people with smartphones welded to their hands as they walk along looking at the screen and tapping on the keyboard, totally unaware of what’s going on around them. Lost in their own little world.

Now I think it’s fair to say that at times the communications on the railway in common with many other similar organisations can shall we say, be a little lacking.

But for me this has changed since starting my six month break from the railway, I have never received so many emails from other members, some are caring, some are enquiring and a few are down right nosey.

But people are communicating with me who, in some cases have rarely answered any emails I have sent them in the past. But now they have the desire to communicate electronically with me.

Heaven knows why they have the urge, perhaps the ones asking when I will be returning are asking so they know how long to be in hiding if the office want somebody to run Orton Mere, who knows?

However, having said that it’s nice that they are bothering, for whatever reason I am happy to reply. I have no desire to put an auto reply out of office notice on my email address for the next five months or so.

But what are especially nice are the emails from station regulars, some of whom have been visiting for almost as long as I have been there. These I really appreciate.

So back to my internal musings about the state of life and all that.

My amusement for the next few weeks will be the general election, I am amazed at how some of them keep a straight face whilst spouting promises they can’t afford to keep. But I can just think my thoughts safe in the knowledge that yet again most will end up voting for the least worst rather than the best. Much like most votes I suppose!!

Well here we go…..

An important thing is happening in December, and I don’t mean Christmas.

Here in the UK we are having a General Election. The parties and candidates are setting out their stalls to give out their promises, ones we know will likely not be kept. The candidates will try to be our best friends, after all they want us to provide them with employment and a decent income.

Now I will admit that I am not a political animal, I just assuming they are lying and I try and work out who is lying the least!!

Experts in the shape of ex MP’s will be wheeled out for their thoughts and experience, ignoring how good or most likely how bad they were when they were in office. Looking on the bright side it does show that half the people you thought would be dead are still alive and kicking, and keen to earn a crust for appearing on television.

Somebody has already asked me how I will be voting and I gave them the same answer I give anybody who asks, and that is I will be voting by putting a cross in a box. Both the wife and Im have postal votes, this stems from when we both worked full time and it was not always easy to get to the polling station. So on the great day we can sit back and watch the proceedings safe in the knowledge we have done it without getting cold.

So enjoy the spectacle of the coming weeks but please remember to vote, votes are important. Some people say if you don’t vote you can’t moan. I don’t agree with that thought, I am sure there are people who look at the candidates, mutter they are all as bad as each other and then don’t vote. Perhaps we should have a box on the ballot paper that says “None of the above” I wonder if it would improve turnout?

I have always thought that some times we vote for the least worst rather than. the best.

Strolling through Autumn.

Here we are strolling through Autumn with winter on the distant horizon, but this weekend here in the UK we put the clocks back an hour this coming Sunday morning.

It’s a twice yearly ritual as in the spring we will put the clocks forward an hour, never let it be said we don’t have excitement.

Now one thing is certain and that is there will be great debate on social media, on TV and in the papers about the logic of doing this simple act.

These days it’s something I don’t give much thought to, except for one clock and the cooker everything else is all radio controlled and the time changes when it should.

The big question is I suppose is what are we going to do with this extra hour? The answer for most I would guess is that we will have an extra hour in bed, then moan in the late afternoon when it gets darker earlier.

Ah well it will make a change to read about the clock change instead of the regular stuff like Brexit, the odd war somewhere or perhaps the latest retail closures in the high street.

Roll on Saturday!

One Week & Counting.

This is the start of a Sabbatical which is really just a break.

After some fourteen years on the railway mainly running Orton Mere Station, I have decided to take a sabbatical for six months.

But this could be easier said than done it appears!

Since I cleared my personal effects out of the station a week last Tuesday, I have had more contact with people on the railway than I normally do when I am running the station.

Enquiries ranging from Wi-Fi passwords to gentle probes as to whether I am dying or not!

Looking at it face on it could be because I am not actually taking a sabbatical, I am just having a break! Apparently, a sabbatical is where you take paid leave with the agreement of your employer and at the end return to the same job. Well I am not paid and I will not be returning to the same job.

Now I realise that this may cause a few ripples, in the minds of many Orton Mere has, for want of a better description a reputation for being a bit on the rough side.

Now I know the station has its moments but it is a super place to work and I have enjoyed every turn I have done there.

But the time comes for a change and I think that for me that time for change is now. Though having said that I have no idea what I want to do when I return to the railway, but I have some months to give it some thought.

Now I would ask for suggestions as to what I can do when I return but I may not like some of the suggestions!

Last weekend was the three day diesel gala, and a couple of people asked me if I missed being at the station. The answer in all honesty is no I did not miss it at all. I am not and never have been a train fan, my enjoyment has come from chatting to a wide range of people over the years and also looking at the history of the line from a social point of view, that’s where my interests lie.

I must say I have received some really nice emails commenting on my break, I also get the impression that a couple have done some teddy throwing.

I am just grateful I am not dying as the thought of some people organising the local medium to try and make contact is a bit of a brain strain.

So there you have it, see you all around Easter next year!!

An interesting weekend ahead.

This weekend will be a busy one at the railway, with the three day running of Flying Scotsman.

Now I am aware that some people who read this blog when it was just my musings might not know what Flying Scotsman is. So here is a picture of it at the railway last year.

 

 

 

 

 

All seats are booked and it will be non-stop through the station.

Just to add to the excitement there is heavy rain forecast for Sunday and one of the two car parks is full of travellers.

So all in all an average weekend.

Personally I reckon I am getting too old for all the excitement, but we shall see, as long as the visit earns money for the railway then that can only be good.

Burning calories the easy way.

Now those of you who know me will know that I love technology, especially if it makes things either easier or effort free.

Well I noticed mid morning that my fit-bit watch said that I had burnt 1256 calories since midnight. To say I was impressed would be an understatement, I thought just imagine how many I would have burnt if I was actually wearing the Fitbit!

This modern technology is impressive!

No jokes by the way about me having a fit-bit!!

Two into one.

I know, I know I have not posted for some time, well that hopefully will change.

Many of you know that up to now I have written two blogs, this one and also one covering my volunteering on a heritage railway.

I have closed my railway blog, I think it had run it’s course and I want to concentrate on this one and expanding it, if for no other reason than to keep me amused!

So watch this space as they say for more postings.

Plodding through summer

Well here we are almost half way through July plodding our way through summer.

The weather has been much like modern television and left much to be desired.

Not much use in planning a day in the week to do any gardening and most likely we will have showers on the day in question.

When we have had periods of sunny weather it’s often been very humid and not a time for doing much.

Looking at the news the variable weather has been blamed on a number of things, from global warming to Brexit and the US Presidents recent visit! I tease you not, people will blame the weather on any number of things.

As for me, well I just go with the flow, I can’t change the weather so I don’t worry about it. Considering we can do nothing about the weather most Brits spend hell of a lot of time discussing it. Including me looking at recent blog posts.

The grass will get cut evenually and therefore all is well with the world!