When I crawled from my pit this morning to put the kettle on, the kitchen temperature read 10.6°C. You come for my wood stove on pain of death. Mine! Truth to tell I haven’t a problem with cold, so much as the ankle-deep mud and pools of water, the fallen trees and crater-like potholes.
Chuckle.
‘I have been used to having my own way for years and am well angry that the new government intends to govern rather than be governed’ – top civil servant in the Home Office, Sir Philip Rutnam, quits and says he intends to sue the government for doing their job.
Why are these deep state swamp-dwelling Sir Moaners given a title and a gold-plated final salary pension for just doing their job?
Of course Rutnam as a senior civil servant would know all about bullying having encouraged and condoned bullying of the lower ranked members of staff, by successive layers of management. Shit flows downhill. He’s a cunt.