Relations
with one of my next door neighbours have been rather strained these
last ten years ever since I asked a solicitor to write to him.
However things have been rather quiet of late. Or they were up until
yesterday evening when he started clobbering the party wall. I think
he's doing some D.I.Y. project. The bashing made rather a nice
counterpoint to the frankly dreadful violin which was being strangled
by someone else next door. Still, I'm not complaining. All the time
he's making a racket he can't find fault with what I'm up to.
What
with rostered days off, sick leave, and a few days holiday I'd not
been to work for two weeks. As I drove there today I listened to the
radio. I make a point of listening to the news as I drive because if
I don't I have found that I get very cut off from current affairs.
I'd not listened to the news for nearly two weeks, and realistically
absolutely nothing of note would seem to have happened during that
time.
This
morning trivia abounded. The latest newly discovered victimised
minority group was being interviewed on the radio this morning.
Apparently today's society is very discriminatory against the ex-gay
community; those who were once homosexual but aren't any more.
Personally I can't see their problem. Does society really care about
whether someone has announced that they have changed their sexual
orientation? I for one don't care either way.
Which
is more than can be said of the
average otter. It would seem that there has been a marked decline
in otter goolies over the last twenty years; both in quantity and
quality. Science sees this as a bad thing. Science clearly is
overlooking the advantages of a firm moral stance, and obviously
approves of those with an unholy interest in otter goolies.
Hardly
any way to claim the moral high ground.
And
so to work. Despite my back being bad these last couple of weeks I'd
tried to make the most of my time, and have been out and about quite
a lot. And it has been very cold. Being warm today was a welcome
change - it was good not to have my nose constantly running.
Having
done my bit I came home via the petrol station. I go to the cheapest
one for miles around and still felt I was paying way over the odds.
Petrol's expensive stuff...
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