Last night I had a
reasonable kip; the first for a while. Mind you I was still wide
awake at 5am. Over brekkie I watched "Are You Being Served"
which the SkyPlus box had recorded for me. I think I'm now on the
last season which is probably for the best.
Being on the early shift
I set off a little earlier than usual; the news had its usual blend
of irritation. Having spent some months saying that they will abide
with the public's decision after the loss of the independence
referendum it now seems the Scottish Nationalist *are* pushing
for another one.
The Greeks are causing
concern. Apparently having up so much debt they owe everyone
everything, they've now decided to solve their debt problems by not
actually paying
anything back. Apparently their major creditors are up in arms
wanting their money. It strikes me that our Prime Minister could
learn a lot from the Greek attitude.
I got to work, did some,
and came home. The plan was to make the most of the early finish;
instead I got stuck in a queue of traffic and didn't really get home
that early at all.
We had out customary walk
round the park. The walk itself was pretty much uneventful, but there
was an interesting sight as we left the co-op field. The nice lady in
William Road had clearly forgotten to close the curtains. Or perhaps
she didn't care. Or perhaps she was deliberately waggling her ample
charms on purpose. Either way it brightened up what had (till
then) been a dull day.
Once home I had a look
on-line. I did laugh at "MessageToEagle
dot com". Billed as "thought provoking news for
open-minded people who can think outside the box" a more
accurate description would be "utter drivel which is clearly
laughable to all but the most feeble-minded simpleton".
Today's installment featured a message to humanity which aliens had
left (some time ago) which they had coded into our DNA. I did
think about sending them a message to say that I'd already seen this
idea on "Star Trek" but I've always thought it bad
form to enter into a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent.
Perhaps more useful was
finding a bunch who give
lessons in the use of GPS units. They aren't cheap but I've
registered with them. Apparently there is a monthly newsletter which
might give me some pointers in how best to use "Hannah"
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered. "Furry Face TM" liked
the attention, and after finding myself stuck on the floor we
eventually managed to watch an episode of "The Flash".
The telly didn't recognise the USB stick, but transmission via
ChromeCast saved the day.
Oh - I nearly forgot...
my new Doc Martens have arrived; they seem to be OK. We shall find
out tomorrow.
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