Since I last posted, I had a week’s break a whole 25 miles from my house, in a rented house that was quite similar, same number of bedrooms, bathrooms and garden area – but it wasn’t my actual house so any little jobs that I spotted weren’t my problem.

It was on the outskirts of Norley in West Cheshire and very close to Delamere Forest.

The dogs loved it and I spent a bit of time in the local pub – smack bang in the middle of town and almost impossible to walk past.

Norley is immaculate and on one of the walks, I watched a man clear the hedge in front of his house, his son was helping and they made sure that not a single leaf remained on the pavement.

I could happily live there.

I’ve got better views from my house though and fewer actual neighbours, which is what I prefer.

So…

Shropshire wins for the moment.

Two miles or so away, the government in all its considered glory and magnanimity is going to dump 80+ illegals into a tiny hamlet.

I’ve seen people actually defending this on Facebook, but a tiny amount of digging shows that they’re mostly Jew Haters making the positive comments or unaffected by this for now.

Anyway.

Back to the plot.

My little holiday was wonderful, just what I needed – and the doglets loved it. Every day a new adventure.

The garden had rabbits and squirrels so Cairo did what she does. Mostly she didn’t catch them, but she came back one afternoon bathed in blood with a happy grin on her little face.

It’s her nature to hunt and sometimes kill, she’s also extraordinarily protective and as I write this, she’s asleep on the top lawn after an hour of playing water-gun games.

She’s been a revelation these past few years, I never thought I could love another dog as much as I do Milo.

But I do. It’s slightly different but I absolutely adore her and may take another shorter road trip with her later in the year.

I came back to work and I found that I hadn’t missed it, which gives me some hope that if it isn’t fun in a couple of months, I’ll just walk away again.

It’s not like I need the money.

Or a career.

Anyway.

Back to the plot.

I found a small sliver of the old England while I was away and I realised with some real sadness how rare these islands of what we were are becoming.

And yeah.

I know how that sounds to some people, so let me clarify.

Fuck you.

I miss my country.

I miss the pride that I had in being English.

I miss the feeling that my little country had done more to change the world than any other.

An almost universal language.

Radio.

Television.

Antibiotics.

THE reason that the Nazis were defeated.

All of that is almost gone, I despise our leaders, whoever the fuck they are this week.

I loathe the NGOs, councils and various ‘organisations’ that are turning this beautiful land into a crime infested shithole with almost no breaks between horrors anymore.

Anyway.

Back to the plot.

I spent yesterday afternoon in my hammock, I read and I watched a film.

This one.

I’m not going to give too much of the plot away.

You should watch it.

But.

At one point, the protagonist kills a number of policemen.

And I didn’t care.

We’ve spent the past five years plus with a police force who clearly aren’t on our side.

You can get murdered in public and they take the side of the murderer because they’re not fucking white.

That’s where we are now.

Back to the film.

The main character has almost no redeeming features but he’s willing to take action where nobody else is.

Rapists, drug dealers, judges, are all in his crosshairs.

And I found that I’m there for it.

I suspect that we’re going to see some real world outcomes from this soon.

When they blame the film, remember that it reflects a world that is actually much worse.

And that we all need to do the little things that stop it becoming worse still.

If we can.