27 June 2013 (Thursday) - Stuff
The first night for a week without the magic tablets and I slept well; waking just before getting up time. Let's hope this is the way of the future. Furry Face was sleeping too well to come and see me as I scoffed my toast, which was a shame. He's taken to helping me with the crusts. Oh well - his loss.
I had my brekkie and set off to work.
As I drove the talk on the radio was of "fracking" which I once thought was a swear word on the BattleStar Galactica. It turns out that "fracking" is a way of extracting natural gas from deep underground. In years gone by the NIMBYs would have opposed any drilling anywhere; nowadays communities are competing to have their fields drilled up as there are financial incentives to have drilling in your neighbourhood and getting your rocks fracked. I say "financial incentives" - you actually get a bung. They can frack my garden if they want to.
Mind you I'm rather amazed by the whole fracking thing. On the one hand there is (apparently) far more shale gas to be had from fracking than there was ever North Sea oil and gas to be had. Cheap fuel is always good. It will last my lifetime, so I'm all right (!) On the other hand in this high-tech twenty first century shouldn't we be using these irreplaceable reserves sensibly (and getting energy from renewable sources) rather than just burning gas?
And so to work where I did my bit whilst hobbling around. Somehow or other I did for my right knee yesterday. As the day wore on so my knee got progressively worse.
I don't know what I did to it; if I did know then I would be sure not to do it again. I hope it gets better soon. I have plans for walking dogs tomorrow, and plans for a rather ambitious hike over the weekend. I don't want to be mucking about with a gammy knee. It hurts.
And in closing here's something to make you think. Two new burger chains are on their way to the UK from the USA. Shake Shack and Five Guys are about to open. Featuring burgers that cost a tenner they are looking to cater to the sort of punter who likes paying way over the odds for their shopping. For no adequately explored reason the words "Sainsburys" and "Waitrose" spring to mind.
I shall be sticking to Maccy D... unless I can persuade the Man with No Alias (patent pending) to go out for dinner...