Tilting at Windmills

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Melin Llynnon - Llantrisant, Ynys Môn - ©2020 Kel Harvey
    I guess we're all fed up of tilting at windmills at present. Living for four years in a surreal parallel reality, signing petitions, firing off emails and shouting at the TV and radio day in and day out - now hemmed in by something we can't even see, let alone shout at; protest seems like an empty option sometimes.
    But protest is happening - the returning of kids to school is provoking a response from teachers, assistants, heads and families that says 'Not until it's safe...' A boycott here would be natural and unassailable - you can't sanction or imprison all concerned, nor would there be any moral high ground on which the Government could stand. Just a thought. I said I would keep politics to a minimum, but it's getting very difficult to avoid it.
    However, on another note, Jane & I have given up tilting at the particular windmill that is cordless phones. Never liked 'em much in the first place, but the latest Panasonic set we bought have turned out to be total crap. So I resurrected an old GPO 746 Series dial-phone that we've had hanging around for decades, did the conversion this afternoon and installed that instead -

Our New (very old) Telephone - the number's the one we had when we lived on Anglesey, thirty years ago.
    It works a treat - that ring! - is extremely slow to call anyone on and doesn't take messages. What's not to like. Oh, also you can actually hear what people are saying quite clearly - there's progress for you. And it's the same colour as the one we had at Winson Street: SME(thwick) 0620 for those who remember it!
   

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