Yesterday I had a whinge
about why Addenbrookes hospital was in special measures. Here's
another reason.; the wanton profiteering of the drugs companies.
One such comapy has put of the cost of one of its products from
$13.50 to $750 for no other reason than that they could.
Perhaps NHS pharmacies
might start making their own drugs and cutting out the commercial
compaines altogether?
In the last day or so I
also whinged at the amount of accusations of child abuse being made
against children which later prove to be unfounded. Today over
brekkie I was reading that eighty
per cent of the prosecutions brought by the RSPCA fail to end in
a conviction. There is talk of removing the RSPCA's right to
prosecute as they too clearly seem to delight in making baseless
allegations.
And just as I was
launching into serious rant mode I had a message; my lego Advent
calendar will be delivered next week. That left me in a better frame
of mind to start on the morning's chores.
A bit of cleaning, a bit
of laundry, a few deliveries and a tip run, then I took "Furry
Face TM" for a short walk. We passed the
vets, and as we often do we popped in and sat in the waiting room
for a few minutes. Bearing in mind how terrified he was in the place
only two days ago it was amazing how he didn't bat an eyelid as we
went in today. Where I usually battle to get him (and keep him)
on the scales he jumped on of his own accord and sat quietly.
We walked round past the
Riverside Inn. The field there has a transient horse population. Some
days there are no horses at all. Last week I counted six. Today there
were over a dozen horses there. Where do they come from? Where do
they go?
Once home I packed my
bits and pieces and waited for "er indoors TM"
to return. Once she was home we loaded the car and set off on our
adventure.
In planning our route to
holiday-land I'd seen there was a virtual geocache only a couple of
miles away from where we were driving, so (after a hundred miles)
as we came into Cambridgeshire we turned off. We needed to stretch
our legs a little, and a little walk up to a trig point seemed like a
good idea.
The description for the
virtual cache said there would be sheep in the field. There were
Highland cattle. With great big horns. But they seemed friendly
enough and didn't bother me as I crossed their field to do the secret
virtual-geo-ritual.
To be honest virtual
geocaches are so obscure I wouldn't turn down the chance to get one;
after all I expect I can run faster than a cattle.
Back to the car, and
after another sixty miles we were skirting Norwich and in the village
of Postwick which is pronounced (by some) as "Possick".
We found the B&B... eventually. The post code took us half way
along a country lane. The instructions were to keep going until the
lane became a dirt track then follow the dirt track. About a mile
past the point at which I decided that we must have made a mistake we
found our temporary home.
It's a really lovely
cottage miles from anywhere. We settled in, and the landlord told us
of a rather good pub not ten minutes up the road. We soon found The
Yare in Brundall, and before we went in we went to hunt down a
geocache which the app said was only a hundred yards away. We soon
had it. And (would you beleive?) having driven a hundred and
sixty miles, the last person to find it was a fellow regular at the
Kent cachers' meetings.
Dinner was excellent; as
was the two pints of ale that washed it down. We had a minor hiccup
in finding our way back to base, but that's one of the problems of
being based in the back of beyond.
But we soon pulled up. A
quick shower, and now we're slobbing about in a rather luxurious
lounge. I shall make myself a coffee in a minute...
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