More Able...

There has been some talk in the past few days as to whether we now view disabled people differently as a result of the Paralympic Games and the extensive media coverage. Personally, I would say that this Paralympic Games has done more for disabled awareness than ever before. It would be wrong to suggest that there has been an increase in sympathy - and most disabled people would not wish for this - but there has been an enormous increase in understanding and a realisation that disability should not confine people to their homes. The people we have seen competing in the last couple of weeks have shown us all that disability should not be a barrier and that much can be achieved with determination and hard work.

I also think that young children are more aware, than any other generation before them, of how disability can affect people but more importantly how such disability can be overcome to achieve great things. An example is how my son has sat glued to much of the Paralympics TV coverage and questioned the things he has seen, taking huge interest in those competing and their physical differences. As a result, I am confident he has learnt more in the last two weeks than he would in all his years at school. The experience of the last two weeks has been to educate, raise awareness and instill a profound respect for all those taking part. We often refer to the athletes of the Paralympic Games as being 'disabled', but are they? Would you call a double amputee who wins a 1400 meter race disabled? I wouldn't - they are more able than anyone...

A Mad, Mad Week

An extraordinary week and one that will be remembered for all the wrong reasons.

Firstly we had an utter fiasco over fuel supply and comments made by the government that led us all to rush to the pumps to fill our cars. This sudden surge in demand soon caused filling station supplies to deplete and we now have many standing empty awaiting their next delivery.
It is true in my view that the government have handled the situation very badly. Long before now, we have been aware of a likely dispute involving tanker drivers though this in itself hadn't caused the widespread panic we have witnessed over the last few days. The comments made by Francis Maude and others suggesting that we top-up and keep a reserve 'just in case' inevitably led many to rush to the pumps and cause an unsustainable peak in demand.
The government don't need me to criticise their handling of the situation, there are enough already doing so. But a little thought before public statements are made would go a long way in preventing this type of thing from happening.
The situation now is that demand is now decreasing and we should return to a normal level of 'supply and demand'. There are though areas such as mine here in South Holland that will suffer for a few more days to come as filling stations await much needed deliveries of fuel. Locally, all filling stations are without fuel and there is little or no information concerning others in neighbouring towns. This leads me to my main bugbear of the whole fiasco and this of either mis-information or zero information. We have on the one hand the advice spouted by government and on the other hand, a complete lack of information as to the status of filling stations across the country. A website displaying the status of fuel availability at stations across the country would be an ideal way of keeping motorists informed. It could also show prices and perhaps give details of queues or shortages. Well I think it's a good idea. Most of my frustration is born from not knowing.

This week has shown that there is a very fine line separating us from stability and chaos. Any level of disruption to the supply of fuel has a catastrophic effect. Wrongly chosen words by those who should be in control can and will cause panic. Being told not to panic will have the opposite effect. There is no extra capacity or any level of resilience or contingency built into our supply systems to cope with any abnormality. This week has shown that we are unprepared for any level of disruption. I dread to think what would happen if we were faced with a real emergency. I think the country would be brought to its knees.

Whatever comes out of this past week, the message should be that we must find an alternative to fossil fuels. The days of plentiful supply have gone. We cannot continue to be dependent on something we struggle to supply. There has to be an alternative. How we do this, I don't know but the science is out there and the technology exists. But of course it's all about money. I know that. Greed is what keeps us dependent on fossil fuels. Electric and hydrogen cell doesn't make money. The oil giants and governments will lose out. But alternative has to be found and made available if we're going to avoid another more major crippling and devastating repeat of the last few days.

A new entry for the Darwin Awards has to be the case of Diane Hall who thought it would be a good idea to decant petrol in her kitchen with a lit oven just feet away. There can only be one outcome of any such action and the woman concerned is now in hospital suffering 40% burns. Of course this tragic accident is being blamed on Francis Maude and some are even calling for his resignation. I say this was caused by a simple lack of common sense. We shouldn't need to be told not to play with highly flammable liquids.

A shock for British politics this week is the Bradford local election and the landslide win of George Galloway's Respect Party. There has of course been much speculation as to why the mainstream candidates were shunned, but many suggest that Bradford's large ethnic base and support for Galloway's anti-war  policies contributed greatly to the result. Personally, I am not a supporter of George Galloway but I do believe his return to parliament will be a lively addition to the usual debate.

So this week will be remembered by many though some will wish they could forget. We can only hope that those in charge take a serious look at what went wrong and why. But unless there is serious change, it will happen again.

I was going to write about Cornish pasties but I won't. It is too farcical. I'll leave you to look it up and make up your own minds.

Brushing-up my French

I have been brushing up my French over the last few days. It's actually a language I like very much and studied it at school many years ago. I do with I paid more attention though. It was one of the few subjects I really enjoyed and to this day, I have retained a few words and phrases. The course I am learning with is from Michel Thomas. It is different to other courses as you are actually the third student - there are two others on the CD and they are learning also, making mistakes so you don't feel you're the only one failing. The system actually works and very well. I have already learnt quite a lot and more importantly, I've retained what I've learnt. One day, I'd really like to visit France again (last time was in 1989) and spend some proper time there. I have suggetsed to my wife that we move there when we retire...

I've heard absolutely nothing from Stagecoach despite two letters, one of them to their head office. I'm convinced now that they don't care and my respect for them has all but disappeared.
I haven't completely given up on my wish to have a PCV career but I am being forced to look for IT-related jobs. I was turned down for the job at the local schoool though I notice they haven't found anyone as their vacancy has been extended. I did though find a vacancy at a components company at Wisbech. I had no idea they existed but a little research threw up the fact that they are one of the UK's largest component suppliers. Quite how I hadn't heard of them I don't know. It just goes to show what's on your doorstep sometimes.
So I've applied for the position of IT Technician looking after the computers and network at their offices. I hope to hear something in the enxt few days. Even if it's a polite 'no thank you' then I still have what's needed for my mortgage insurers to pay out.

I've been able to harvest a few tomatoes which I'm quite pleased about. They taste wonderful - sweet and juicy. There are many more still attached waiting to ripen and I hope that they weather allows for them to turn red before the frosts set in. We are forecast cold temperatures, ice and snow in the coming weeks.

I have been self-pollinating my watermelon plant. The female flowers have a round ovary just beneath the flower and I have been pollinating them by removing the male flowers and bringing the stamen into contact with them. If successful then the ovaries should begin to elongate after a week or so and develop into a water melon. Again I'm hoping the weather doesn't turn too cold as this may affect their growth.





My parents are decorating at the moment. They're currently working on the kitchen and have chosen a greeny-blue colour which frankly I think resembles that of a public convenience. But hey ho I don't have to live there. I visited this morning and was relocated to the front dining room, comfortable and with nice views.
They have a friend coming to visit on the 20th from London, a good friend of the family hence the panic to get everything redecorated in time. I know my father would rather be tinkering in his garden. At 72, he's really too old to be painting ceilings and walls. Well that's my view.
While I sat there with my breakfast, I recorded these images for posterity and it made me realise how we take for granted our location and what's around us.

It struck me that I hadn't really noticed how eleborate the fireplace is...

The view as I sat eating my breakfast and the garden still full of colour...

The view from the front looking out on an almost unspoilt view across the fields toward the Wash...

Besides my French language course, I've been listening to a range of different music types. Music for me is very much like sunshine and has similar effects. It is food for the mind and soul and can alter the way I feel or the way I think. So, I've been feeding my ears with the likes of Rick Wakeman's Myths and Legends of King Arthur how I ever missed this I don't know), Eurovision winning ditties, Gheorghe Zamfir, music from the Soong Sisters and anything else that pushes the right button. I've also added to my already immense MP3 audio book collection - lots of new mysteries and ghost stories, perfect as we approach Hallowe'en.
 Which reminds me, I must ask my father to provide a pumpkin for my little man. I've convinced him we need one so we can scarte away the witches...