Being back in my own bed
gave me a relatively good night's sleep. I had a lonely brekkie and
set off to work a little earlier than I might have done. As I drove
the talk on the radio was all about next week's referendum on
Scottish independence. The pundits today were drawing parallels with
similar
referenda in Quebec where certain elements of the Quebecois have
been contemplating leaving the rest of Canada for some time.
When I was in Canada with
the scouts fourteen years ago I got talking with the locals about the
referendum of five years previously in which the Quebecois had voted
to remain with Canada, but by
a narrow margin.
What I remember most
about the matter was the attitude the average Canadians had formed
about the Quebecois following these moves for separation. The average
Canadian felt offended by those wanting to go their own way. The
separatists were hated and despised and there was even talk of the
rest of Canada having a referendum to get shot of Quebec.
And this was coming from
the kind of kind-hearted public-spirited people who run scout groups.
I wonder if the Scots will be as popular with the rest of the UK
after their little referendum?
I needed some shopping
from Morrisons. And how my piss boiled when I got there. I arrived at
that supermarket about five minutes before they opened and found that
there was a gaggle of shoppers waiting to get in. One chap in
particular was rather vociferous about being kept waiting. When the
staff finally opened the door, this prat made a point of standing in
the doorway and making a speech. He only shut up when another shopper
physically shoved him out of the way. This noisy prat then ran to the
baskets and made a point of blocking the next set of doors. The chap
who'd shoved him earlier asked him if he was looking for trouble.
I could have stayed and
watched; instead I got my apples and bananas and left them squaring
up for a fight. I was on a mission.
Yesterday on our drive
home from Dorset I had an email to say that a new geocache had gone
live not five minutes walk from work. We were the other side of
Southampton when I got the email; this morning that cache was still
waiting a First to Find. So I thought I'd see if I could get the FTF;
I chased it, and at quarter past seven I got it. Happy dance.
I did my bit at work, and
at lunch time had a blow down my saxophone. I've been neglecting that
whilst we were on holiday. Whilst tootling at the far end of the car
park some normal people drove up to me, glared at me, and drove off
again. I wonder what that was about?
After work I went round
to see "My Boy TM" and collected
my dog, who had been having a little holiday of his own.
We've had a letter from
the neighbours. On one side people have come and gone; on the other
side is a family who have been there for nearly twenty years. The
last few years have been somewhat fraught. After a load of problems
about ten years ago (culminating in letters to and from
solicitors) we've not really been on speaking terms.
Today we've had a letter
saying that he would like to put t he past behind us and reach "some
sort of understanding".
What can I say... Whilst
I don't like the unpleasantness, I can't see that we would ever be
best buddies. And we've had this sort of overture before which has
never amounted to anything.
I wonder what will happen
this time...
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