I had a rather late night
last night, but was awake at 5am. I thought I'd lay there for a few
more minutes, and then I was woken by the alarm. I'd nodded off.
Result (!)
I got up, abluted, did a
little more of last night's washing up, and then over brekkie checked
out the world of social media via my phone's mobile data; the house
router had gone west again.
I should have left for
work earlier than I did; the car was covered in ice this morning; it
was minus five degrees as I drove off to work. And having wasted ten
minutes de-icing the car I then found mysef stuck behind someone
driveing along the very middle of the A28 at thirty miles per hour
for the entire way.
My piss also boiled as I
listened to the radio; the pundits were talking about the hospital in
Hinchingbrooke. Recently privatised, the company running the place is
trying to pull out of the contract and the Care Quality Commission
(the hospital watchdog) has given the place the thumbs-down.
It seems that everyone's
initial thoughts that privatising the NHS is not a good idea was
wrong. It would seem that Labour party activists and Trade Unions
have conspired to put
the skids under the place.
This is just another
example of what is wrong with health care in the UK; health care
professionals cannot do their jobs because of people in authority
playing silly political games.
I got to work, parked up,
and as I walked into work my phone beeped. I'd actually driven past
two new geocaches on my journey this morning. And my latest
Wheri-project had been temporarily turned down until I tweaked it a
little. I tweaked it remotely (because that's the kind of guy I
am) and am now hoping for the best.
I then got on with what
turned out to be a very busy day, and came home to find that "er
indoors TM" had sorted the dishwasher.
Apparently it's outflow pipe was bunged up with rather foul gunge.
I'm glad she fixed that little problem and not me...
Now to wash dishes like a
thing possessed.
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