Begrudgery-an art form?

It's been too long since I wrote-but really, friends, the begrudgery never ceases and so our purpose is to be ever vigilant against this menace that seems to have taken over our society.
Far from begrudging the latest government attempt to rob from the rich to give to the poor with the removal of the cap on tuition fees, let us take the time to reflect.
At the end of the day, we all pay for other people's kids to go to University-at least this way our children may have some hope of getting a higher level of quality when they get there-and you don't have to subsidise the really really poor universities who will now have to prove their worth.
I'd like to see this spread like wildfire around the world.
Feck the begrudgers-there is no such thing as free fees-and capping fees just means that the quality of education delivered is poor. Embrace the change and work with it.

Call that a DIET? I'll show you a diet!

Well it's official. I may aswell admit it. I am on a diet. I have been a diet denier for years-a begrudger, but no more. I won't begrudge anyone who is skinnier than me as I now appreciate how much work goes into just the simple task of not eating as much.

With advice from my fellow anti begrudger, I am testing a new diet idea.
I am combining the principles of low GI diet with weightwatchers low fat/lo cal approach.

Mad eh?

So the effect in 3 days are as follows:
Day one: Bad hangover due to overindulgence on Wine
Day two: A bit achy and grumpy
Day three: Amazingly not hungry but really cranky at dinner time as was starving
Day four: Great. Curiously I now love salad? Who knew?

Am noticing am a bit less porky already. Feel good. Haven't been tempted by chocolate-now that has got to be a first.

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Lark Rise ?

Sooooo, Lark Rise to Candleford, anyone?

I love it!

In a guilty, I-loved-Little-House-on-the-Prairie(LHOTP)-as-a-little-girl way.

The similarities are striking; in every episode someone cries at least once, the plight of the working man is expounded - the difference being the agenda in LHOTP, which was more conservative Christian if I remember (?), whereas this one is leftie-liberal.

People express themselves in a most uncharacteristically (for the repressed late Victorian period, I think) open way, as if everyone had gone through a timewarp and all read "I'm OK, You're OK" in preparation for 'conflict resolution' in the script.

Still, there are corsets and charming young men. Skirts swish, lips are pursed, delicate ladies of quality faint (well that's only when Lady Adelaide is in town). Things happen in open fields.

No! not those things! This is a programme I could have watched with my Granny and I don't think she'd have tutted once. I fear that next week there will be an unmarried girl IN TROUBLE. (Or as Granny would have said, "in an interesting condition")

The light is always yellow-golden (filters on the lenses?).

It is false-cultural-memory-syndrome. It is Dickens, Laura Ingalls-Wilder, Anne of Green Gables, Thomas Kinkade, and Thought For the Day in one glorious hour-long, weekly show.

It is predictable, begins and ends on a platitude, and I find it inexpressibly comforting.

I mean, I can see its shortcomings and I still watch it every week.

Is not that true love?