On
re-reading yesterday's rant it would seem I didn't have a good day of
it. I think I've just about had enough of this winter. We had one
good sunny warm day last week, and then it was back to freezing
conditions.
I'm
sick of my nose constantly running because of the cold, and of not
being able to feel my extremities.
I
had something of a late night last night - not turning in until
midnight. I slept soundly, waking feeling fully refreshed. I looked
at the clock. It was 1.20 am. Eighty minutes sleep! And I saw every
hour of the night from then on, finally getting up (feeling like
death warmed over) at 7am.
As
I drove to work I listened to the radio. There is consternation about
how bacteria are developing resistance
to antibiotics. There is shock news that diseases which were once
easily treatable may well soon be life threatening.
How
is this "news"? This was certainly common knowledge back in
the early 1980s. I can remember seeing posters about it before I
moved away from Hastings; and that was in 1984. How can such an old
story be treated so sensationally?
There
was also uproar about the proposed bedroom tax in which council tax
will be based on the amount
of bedrooms a house has. Apparently there are plans to extend
this tax to sting houses which have a dining room separate from a
kitchen or lounge.
The
radio presenter brought on some very silly people to discuss the
matter. Apparently such a tax would be bad as it would discourage
people from having formal family meals together. Again how is this
news? Family meals were a thing of the past some fifteen years ago.
I
found this out back when I was a cub scout leader. Before any camp we
would have to tell the parents to actually have a sit-down family
meal to teach the little brats table manners. And over the years I
had quite a few mothers approach me to ask exactly what did I mean by
"table manners" as they themselves had no idea of
the concept. In my thirteen years experience as a cub scout leader
having taken hundreds of children camping, not one child in twenty
could actually sit at a table to eat with a knife and fork.
Interestingly it was always my experience that (with very few
exceptions) the more well-to-do the family, the more feral the
child's eating habits. I distinctly remember one extremely well
spoken boy named Guy (with millionaire parents) who was
utterly incapable of eating any item of food which had not first been
thrown through the air.
I
stopped off at Pets at Home on my way to work today. Several of the
tins in the last batch of dog food I'd got from them were dented -
one tin was actually broken open. I took this burst tin to the lady
on the till and whinged. This lady called the manager who was really
helpful, and she gave me twenty per cent off of my next bulk load of
dog food. I was pleased about that! So I squandered my saving on a
rope tug o'war toy. He seems to like playing pulling on things. If I
can get him on one end and Sid on the other then the two dogs will
keep each other amused for hours.
And
as I still had a few minutes free I then popped to the cheapo shop
next door. They do five curly-wurlies for a quid. Five! That was me
sorted for a bargain.
And
so to work. I did my bit. I didn't like not being out and about
today, but I did like not being cold. Yesterday was really cold.
Today was worse. And it snowed today. I've heard that the closest
parts of France are expecting a foot of snow.
I've
had enough of this cold weather now. Thank heavens for my curly-wurly
on the way home or I would have been seriously sulking...
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