I’ve just spent the week up at my son’s house. The reason being was that he was due for another three day course of radiotherapy. The radiotherapy is the easiest part of the affair, except for the three days of boredom he suffers from being in isolation during it. The biggest problem is that he has to go off his Thyroid medication which leaves him exhausted and somewhat confused at times. Quite rightly he takes the sensible decision that driving would be stupid, and therefore I disappear up there to do the driving for him.
However I digress from the point I was going to make. My son brought up the fact that what most cheered him up after leaving hospital for his home, was the freedom living in your own home gives you. You make the rules. (Except in my case, Mrs FE. Or so she thinks. Why else do I send her out to work in the week?).
Your home at present is pretty free from government control at the moment (Although the Tobacco control industry have ideas on that one), and so it should remain. In my home I can get up when I want, wear what I want, eat what I want, drink what I want, set the thermostat at what temperature I want, decorate it how I want,
Beat the wife when I want etc, etc,etc.
It’s the last bastion of freedom in this benighted country of ours. Consider if you will, how the rules change once you set foot of your own property.
Surveillance, petty officialdom, no smoking in public places, harassed for taking pictures in a public space, etc. You know the score. In fact add your pet favourite in the comments and I’ll write a post about some of them.
Home sweet Home