Half a Rock

We had a (welcome) lazy start to the morning. I wandered down for a coffee and to read the overnight news. Some time later, Diane came down. This was the trigger for me to complete my morning ablutions and make myself look beautiful for the morning Zoom call.

The call followed the usual pattern, though the Orange Moron, Trump, seemed to feature on and off. I ended up reading a quote I had seen during the week:

"This constant lying is not aimed at making the people believe a lie, but at ensuring that no one believes anything anymore.

A people that can no longer distinguish between truth and lies cannot distinguish between right and wrong.

And such a people, deprived of the power to think and judge, is, without knowing and willing it, completely subjected to the rule of lies. With such a people, you can do whatever you want."

(This was from Hannah Arendt, German historian and philosopher).

Somehow, this seemed so appropriate to the state of US politics at present (and in no small way, our own, too).

The rest of the morning was spent doing a few chores and searching for a new pair of shoes. My current Clark's shoes are badly wearing at the heel and as it is a welded heel, cannot easily be repaired. I eventually found a pair that looked okay. I have ordered for them to be delivered to the local outlet in Chichester. I'll try them on there, and if I'm not happy, I'll get a refund.

Diane made the most of the gorgeous weather and spent a chunk of the day pottering and tidying in the garden.

I purchased a ticket for today's football match between Bognor Regis FC (The Rocks) and Folkestone Invicta. I walked along to the ground and grabbed a beer. (Note to self: do not ever order a "Neck Oil" IPA again). I managed a few mouthfuls, then left it on the bar.

I took my seat in the stands and watched the end of the warm-up, then there was a minute's silence in memory of a recently deceased fan, and the young girl from Cumbria who was hit by a car while on the training ground. Everybody stood still and bowed their heads. You could have heard a pin drop. It was most impressive and a lesson for many of the venues.

The game kicked off and Bognor went on the offensive immediately. They were soon pinned back, though and conceded a goal in the 13th minute. The conceded a second, straight from a corner a little while later. They finally clawed one back just before half-time. I left at half-time and walked home. The game was scrappy and I couldn't see there being much change. I was proved right. When I checked the final score, it had remained 1-2.