I was rather later to bed
last night than I would have liked (bearing in mind I was on an
early start today) and so I suppose it's no surprise I slept
through till the alarm went off. In the past I would be awake long
before alarms went off and watching all sorts of tripe on the telly
at silly o'clock. That doesn't happen quite so much these days.
I had my toast to myself
this morning; my dog was still asleep, but in this new world order of
dog-diet he wouldn't have had any anyway.
I had no emails of note,
and nothing much had really happened on social media so I set off to
work.
The radio spouted its
usual brand of trivia. Apparently the Prime Minister is giving a
speech today in which he is telling the business community to give
their workers a pay rise. It's a shame he can't advocate the same
for those of us in the public sector. Perhaps if he did, then the
over-stretched NHS wouldn't struggle to recruit and wouldn't have to
spend a
fortune on agency staff.
And there was great issue
made of today being "Safer
Internet Day" which I Ithought was particularly ironic
bearing in mind that a survey has showed that half of the country's
eleven to sixteen year olds have used the Internet to
access filth.
Personally all I think
that this survey showed is that the other half of the country's
eleven to sixteen year olds lied when they completed the survey.
I got to work, did my
bit. I had an email from some bunch called "NHS Bargains".
I get these emails from time to time. They always seem to have
bargains that just won't work for me. They had one such today. I
could save on my energy bill by changing energy supplier to the one I
am already with (!)
At lunchtime I went out
to the car park and got saxy on my saxophone. It was cold, and just
as I was about to pack up a not unattractive woman appeared from
nowhere and told me how sexy the saxophone was, and how she'd always
liked, admired and fancied saxophonists.
Were it not a chilly five
degrees in a windy car park I could have been in there (!) but
on retrospect one has to wonder exactly what inspires anyone to go
out on the pull in a hospital car park.
I hurried back to work,
and being on an early shift got to drive home before it got dark.
After quickly running "Furry Face TM"
round the block the clans gathered in Willesborough where (for the
first time) I slept throough "The Flash". A
shame really...
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