Reasons to be unpleasant

It's been a while since I posted on this matter, in an attempt to stay sanguine. I have quite a few brexit-supporting friends, and they get understandably defensive about the whole thing. I, on the other hand, get understandably aggressive, and make no apology for it: Here's part of the reason why: https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2018/mar/29/eu-parents-warned-children-need-papers-to-stay-in-uk-after-brexit

My little niece was born in mid-november in Saint Thomas' hospital just opposite to the Houses of Parliament, on the other side of the river. Her parents are EU citizens, but hadn't been here the full 5 years to grant them permanent residency. So all this crap about her needing to register as a British citizen costing more than £1000 is very likely, in order to 'avoid hostile environments.' A grand is not the end of the world, but who knows if it will be enough by then? And why should the country of her birth be hostile to her in any way whatsoever?

Another absurd thing from the article: "People who spend more than six months of the year out of the country through their work, such as those in the forces, will not as it stands be eligible for the new permanent status." Now there's a supreme form of idiocy.

Some of my friends supported this farce in the hope that after swinging so far right the political pendulum would then swing as far in the opposite direction, and see this as the rise of the make it all good left, Momentum and all that. Others, well god alone knows, nor can they define it to me. Many have a huge desire to be polite and not antagonise, probably in case some harpy (aka me) blisters their stupid racist-enabling ears into oblivion. They don't want to risk our friendship, just my family, an interesting balance that can only be preserved by well meaning silence.

Enough. I must try to jolly myself up to face today's work. Tolerance, patience and all that. F*ck em.

The Cat Who Came In From The Cold

Finally we caught Monty Scabcat.
Finally the RSPCA got here before he panicked.
Finally they are taking him to the animal hospital in Putney.
The gash around his neck seems to be worse now, easily an inch wide, all the way round, skin peeling back. I hope it is not some form of mange.It's like something happened to open up the original wound and make it bleed again.

The RSPCA man was gentle and kind and so, it turns out, is Monty, who let himself be picked up and made no fuss. What a gentle giant, only liable to damage himself through extensive headbutting of doors when he wants to get out They say he will be easy to rehome. I hope so, because he is never going to be a pretty cat.

The RSPCA man couldn't give me a case number, but claimed he would phone me later with one, to help me keep track of Monty. Apparently, the RSPCA inspector/cat catcher hands the cat to the hospital and that's the end of his involvement. Then Monty goes to some RSPCA place where they try to find his old owners or get him new ones.

Got to say, not impressed with the RSPCA's administration. Right now I am up for a cup of tea and a bath. I may phone the Putney hospital at some point.