I slept like a log,
finally waking just before the alarm was due to go off. I came
downstairs to find "Furry Face TM"
snoring in his basket. Whilst I did this and that yesterday, he'd
gone with "er indoors TM" on her
practice walk yesterday, and nineteen miles had tired him somewhat.
He didn't stir from his bed, and made no effort at all to scrounge
toast. As I scoffed my toast I watched an episode of "Are You
Being Served" in which Mrs Slocombe was having her fiftieth
birthday. I suppose it's a sign of the times that forty years ago she
looked far more haggard at fifty than I did last year (!)
Before I set off to work
I had a little look-see at my amazingly clean jet-washed garden.
There was something odd half way up the lawn. Closer investigation
revealed it was a dead bird. Or, more accurately, the fragments of a
dead bird. The head was a little way from most of the body, as was
one of the wings. I blame the local cats.
I cleared up the carnage
before my dog got involved in it. I'm not sure exactly what he might
do with it the components of a dismembered blackbird, but I wasn't
taking any chances.
As I drove to work there
was an interview
with the Health Secretary. He was discussing the Prime Minister's
plans to have full NHS availability round the clock. Key to this
scheme was to recruit another five thousand G.P.s. A leading G.P. was
on the show explaining how it's not possible to fill all the current
G.P. vacancies; let alone create any more positions. The Health
Secretary wouldn't actually address this point, which effectively
cast doubt on the entire philosophy behind the latest re-jig of the
NHS.
It strikes me that the
Health Secretary should stop fiddling with the NHS and leave it to do
the job. But what do I know?
There was also an
interview with a a leading Trade Unionist concerning the rumours that
the union Unite are considering severing ties with the Labour party.
About time too.
I got to work, did some,
and at lunchtime I didn't blow my saxophone. Now that I've given up
lessons I don't feel the need to spend every lunch break playing the
thing. I expect I will still have a tootle from time to time, but
today I didn't. It was raining so I started off reading my Kindle
app, then fell asleep.
As I drove home the Prime
Minister was on the radio refusing to answer questions about how he
would fund his plans for the NHS. And once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. We played fetch, we
saw only a couple of other dogs, and the whole walk passed off
without incident.
After a rather good bit
of tea "er indoors TM" went off
bowling, I checked emails. Yesterday I mentioned I'd done the
preliminary stages of preparing a new geo-walk. I had an email from
the geo-feds to give me the thumbs-up on what I'd done so far. I was
pleased about that.
And it's Monday night.
Telly night. Gotham and Game of Thrones.
#getyourtitsoutdaenerystargaryen
Oh - and "er
indoors TM"
is doing a sponsored walk this weekend. Twenty six miles (I
think) If you
click here you can sponsor her.
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