Well yesterday was one of those mornings down here which you could argue supported either side in the great GW fiasco. As we were on our way to Barnstable there was snow laying in the verges and on the road signs up around Hartland and on Bursdon Moor.
Not a normal occurrence, with those 'oop north still enjoying sunshine and no snow from text messaged reports, so arguments on the back of a fag (plain wrapper if you please) packet to the usual address.
So Cast Iron has decided to raise the level of his sabre rattling by sending HMS Dauntless to patrol around the Falklands.
That's if she even makes it that far as the Southern Atlantic is not like the Solent. I hope the powers that be have supplied her with a lot of sick bags before departure. Otherwise we might see her limping home sooner than Cast Iron would like.
But what a fool he is, HMS Dauntless is described as "... a £1bn Type 45 air defence destroyer,"; now what's going to be the last thing the Argie's try to sink her with?
If I were the Argies I'd be laying a few discrete mine fields to lure her onto before she gets down there in March.
My only comment on the Sir Fred affair is that I hope we will see this carried thru to it's logical end with the man who gave him that knighthood broken on the wheel for his part in the Sottish banks scandal.
Well when I see my eldest grandson again on Friday I shall thank him for his little gift that came down here with us - his cold!
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