Yesterday I was boasting
about how well I'd been sleeping recently; last night wasn't quite so
good. I did wake rather a lot during the night. Mind you a restless
dog may have been partly to blame.
The same restless dog
watched me eat my toast this morning with a hungry expression on his
face. I did feel rather guilty about not sharing my brekkie with him,
but he's not going to lose weight by being over-fed.
I drove to work and as
always listened to the radio. There was a lot of fuss about the HSBC
banking scandal. I say "scandal" - I can't see
what all the fuss is about. In an unnecessarily complicated financial
world a bank has offered advice to their clients on how to minimise
their tax bills. Admittedly the sums of money involved aren't
trivial, but in principle I can't see what all the fuss is about if
it is not jealousy on the part of those stirring up the bad feeling.
After all those who stand
accused haven't done anything illegal and haven't done anything that
anyone else wouldn't try to do in the same situation. I'd certainly
cut back on my tax bill if I could.
There was also great fuss
made about the fact that the government's obesity adviser would seem
to be rather closely
involved with the sugar industry. The pundit being interviewed
pointed out that none of the information we receive is impartial. He
quoted the pharmaceutical industry. How many of the drugs in common
use are independently tested? Not many. Most of the testing is done
by those with a vested interest in selling the stuff. Admittedly they
also have a vested interest in supplying a reliable product, but as
the pundit pointed out no government could afford to independently
assess everything. Advice has to be taken from experts. And who are
the experts if not the people intimately involved with that on which
they are expected to be expert?
I got to work for the
early shift (via a quick stop-off for geo-maintenance) and
once at work I did my thing. I could have done more I suppose, but I
was feeling a little worn out. This working for five consecutive days
is hard. I much prefer working longer days, but because they are
longer I work for less of them. I get more time to myself that way
and also save on the petrol bill.
At lunch time I had sax
practice in the works car park. I pretended not to notice the
half-dozen people standing at the other end of the car park who spent
the entire time watching me intently. What is the fascination? I can
understand listening to a decent musician in a comfortable
environment. But I would have thought standing in a cold windy car
park listening to my murdering the theme to the Pink Panther would
have got rather dull rather quickly? Perhaps they thought that the
moment their back was turned I would get up to something?
As the afternoon wore on
I felt a little under the weather, but fortunately for humanity I
perked up for my saxophone lesson. The Pink Panther went relatively
well, however I was skimping on my fortissimo. I must remedy that
over the coming week.
And then it was round to
Park Farm for a committee meeting. The astro club is doing Stargazing
Live in March to co-incide with the upcoming solar eclipse. Should be
fun - it has been in the past.
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