Sunday again

Had some interesting interactions with my local MP over the last couple of days. Suffice to say I'm sure he thinks I'm some sort of lefty nutter, he's not far wrong if he does so I mustn't complain.
Anyway, didn't do any of the gardening or hedge clearing planned but did take the glass to the recycling point so at least something was done at Hall Towers this weekend.
Watched England win in the Six Nations away to France whilst in the TV lounge or the North sitting room whichever you wish to call it and had a particularly splendid banquet afterwards consisting of chicken, Mexican rice and ratatouille (type thing) washed down with copious amounts of red wine. Very nice it was too, even though I had to cook it myself as the Chef still hasn't turned up and Mrs H was otherwise engaged.
I will now be retiring to the library to read before retiring to the South Boudoir.

Saturday

So Saturday 10 March dawns and that damned monkey has been around overnight and played his usual trick. Woke up with a gob like the Gobi desert thanks to way too much black cherry flavour Jim Beam Bourbon, which is very tasty by the way.
Mrs H and I had planned to complete the boundary work started by Hey You! the gardener before he went back to his cave for a short nervous breakdown but due to our aforementioned overindulgence we have had to postpone that pleasure for another day, or maybe month, we shall see.
Anyway we are now sitting in the North drawing room catching up on more sedentary chores until it is time to commence the preparation of our Saturday evening banquet. That reminds me I haven't seen the chef or the kitchen maid since they both took a week off last August, I must ask Mrs H who has been doing the cooking as meals do seem to have been appearing on a regular basis.
Never mind about that though, off for a snooze soon as I have tired myself out with all the merry banter I have been spouting.
Toodle pip! Oh and Save the NHS!

Its Sunday

So another Sunday at Hall Towers grinds its weary way towards Monday.
Having given the maid the morning off Mrs H was in charge of brunch while I prepared myself for the Newcastle v Sunderland Derby match on the TV-a-bob. A small glitch, in the shape of a mouse which got to the bread before we did meant that we had to have breakfast burritos instead of toast and scrambled egg. However, I think they were a testament to Mrs H's fine culinary skills and in no way detracted from my enjoyment of the repast she laid before me in the TV-a-bob annex.
Having endured the football which ended honours even I repaired to my boudoir for a small nap before launching into the evening offering which was once again up to snuff.
I am beginning to wonder if we do not need to employ a third, younger cat to undertake the pursuit of Mr Mouse who has so far eluded the current incumbents in the cat positions best efforts, which, if I'm being honest are not up to much. Lying on the sofa snoring does not appear to be working as a tactic in mouse apprehension. Anyway, I have taken matters into my own hands and have laid a trap (humane, non-lethal) which has been baited with chocolate biscuit and awaits the arrival of our rodent adversary. My only fear is that as Mrs H is on chocolate sabbatical for Lent she may find out that the biscuit is there. Removing her from the trap would be a challenge.
So as the clock lumbers towards 9pm I shall finish for now and leave you hanging on for the next instalment from Hall Towers.
Night all, Pip! Pip!

Pastor Martin Niemoller

I wonder sometimes if we are not going down the same road:

First They Came - Pastor Martin Niemoller

First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out 
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out 
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out 
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out 
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me


Over-reaction perhaps? Who knows, all I know is that we must all speak out and stand up for what we believe before these Philistines ruin the country even further.

Help.

Would someone please explain to me how a 50% tax rate on earnings over £150K stops investment? Surely the money used to pay someone enough to trigger the tax is being taken out of the company so can't be used for investment because it has been paid out to the Directors rather than being re-invested in the infrastructure of the business or spent on business development.
Can anyone with more education than I have please enlighten me?

Oh and while we're on can someone also explain why privatising the Police is a good thing?

Thanks