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With a few days off from babysitting I drove south to see my youngest son and one of my sisters.  My sister and I decided to go to the Isle of Wight for the day and visit Osborne House.  The price to go in was £20.50, an enormous amount.  I told the cashier that we were reeling from the price and she said there are 250 acres of grounds as well as the house.  'Are we expected to walk round all of it?' my sister asked sarcastically and all she got was a filthy look.  'We are old,' I said,  'does that give us a discount?'  'For the over 65s there is, £4 off.'  We paid up.

My sister is quite confusing to work out politically.  On the one hand she reads the Daily Mail and votes for Nigel Farage and on the other hand she thinks it is obscene for people to own big houses and have lots of money; money should be distributed equally among everyone.  Communism?

Trump thinks it is alright to let Russia help him win the election and still the Republicans gather round, protecting him while the 30% of the population who support him continue to believe that he can do no wrong.  It makes British politics seem almost normal.

It is still raining.

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