Cast away those scales & shout freedom

This morning just after the 08:00 hrs newspaper delivery, church bells started ringing from around the surrounding villages, some thing was afoot, though what, I knew not! DownloadedFile-1I had the world service news on the radio, and nothing of significance justified the peel of bells in such a way.

I went online, and checked to see if the European Union had crashed and burned over night, not that; I checked to see if Socialism had ceased, not that: I checked to see if there had been a long lost Victorian recipe discovered for the pork pie, not that: had the farm shop dropped the price of its prime back bacon, not that; had Justin Beiber been grounded until he was 21, sadly not that either! Oh Bugger…
The Battle of Stamford Bridge, September 25th, 1066

I was left puzzled and dumbfounded… The last time the bells rung in unison throughout the land, was when the Nazis surrendered in 1945. Prior to that was when the Vikings attacked Stamford Bridge in 1066, which is some fifteen miles away! Having walked the dogs through the fields of the echoing countryside, I then drove the short distance to my local bakers for a fresh loaf. The queue was out of the door, house wives were stripping the shelves of anything edible, the sticky iced buns and savoury section was a vision of absolute jam & Jerusalem carnage; I was lucky to get my hands on a crusty Bloomer, and then make good my escape, intact! fs364 

As I made my way back to the car there were groups of Yorkshire woman huddled together laughing, some hysterically? Throughout the short return trip I listened to the BBC news, perhaps there was a public service announcement that would explain it all; nothing?  Back in the safety and sanctuary of my humble abode, I bolted and locked the doors, then settled down to a crispy bacon sandwich, a fresh pot of tea, and a hasty peruse of the Times, and the Daily Mail, newspapers. The answer to the mornings insanity was now laid out in front of me ‘Counting calories is ‘virtually meaningless’, the penny suddenly dropped, and tinkled onto my Yorkshire stone floor. DownloadedFile

Real liberty and freedom had suddenly past forth, nothing on this scale has happened since 1928: When women received the vote on the same terms as men (over the age of 21).

Aye if you agree… AYE!

Yours Aye (I have since sandbagged the windows around my abode, awaiting the flak that is certainly due) 😉

10 thoughts on “Cast away those scales & shout freedom”

  1. EBN, do you expect me to swallow that? It would make me choke. What are all the beautiful, shapely women and hunky men do now? They can’t use proper eat as pat of their program. Next, it will be stated that sweating is bad for the body and exercise is useless (something I have discovered on my on). Calories have to count for something or these people will be out of work. Chew on that fact for a while.

    1. Coffeypot, I once read some where that the calorie controlled dietary organisations generate $ Billions each year, that is aside from the pharmaceutical industry.

      Fortunately for me the nearest fast food place is in York, 40 miles away (I don’t regard Fish & Chips as such, I regard it as the food of the Gods)!

      I could chew on that for a month and a day…


  2. I have a new discovery concerning weight loss too! While on vacation to Ecuador eating whatever I wanted, I lost several pounds. The same happened while in Paris earlier this year. It seems to me that in order to lose weight, I need to stay on vacation!

    1. Lou, you have stated the obvious answer, you need your ‘hubbie’ to set up a travel agency, you can then be the agency ‘tester’… What are you waiting for?


  3. What would I possibly do without my daily tread on my mill, Ex Bootneck? There has to be a purpose in this life for those of us who see the ultimate journey of sweating our way through life; losing that ounce or two…what else is there? It just has to be….k

    1. Kristen, has the treadmill has replaced the grindstone…

      Mine is set up over looking the countryside, I have it weighed off to a tee now where its takes around three minutes before I drop into a trance and just flow with it.

      Kristen you have to indulge in some thing ‘naughty but nice’ to face the mill 😉


  4. Pax, I had saved the last three slices for the occasion, the fresh bread loaf was the ultimate divulgence… 😉


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