For the first time in seemingly ages the
puppy was quiet and slept all night. Instead my phone kept me awake. I have the
thing close by as I use its alarm, but despite the wifi, mobile data and
Bluetooth all being turned off somehow it was beeping about notifications of
emails and Facebook messages all night long.
I
came downstairs a few minutes before the alarm was due to go off to find "Furry
Face TM" had spent the night in his basket. He seemed very
tired, and he didn’t stir once as I watched “The Darling Buds of May”. I worry about that dog; perhaps too much.
I wonder why he was so subdued; perhaps the puppy keeps him awake too and he
also just needed a good night’s sleep.
I had a quick look-see on-line. Very
little had really happened on Facebook overnight, but I had an email from
PayPal. They are changing their terms and conditions and are legally obliged to
tell me so. I read what they sent; I did admire their cheek. “You do not need to do anything to accept the
changes as they will automatically come into effect on the Effective Dates
shown below. Should you decide you do not wish to accept them you can notify us
before the above date to close your account”. Basically the gist is that
they are unilaterally deciding to do whatever the hell they like, and if we
don’t like it we can get knotted. I must admit I respect anyone who takes that
stance. I might not like it, but I respect it.
And so to work. As I drove the pundits
on the radio were talking about how Parliament is wasting time debating whether
or not to actually allow the Prime Minister to formally start the Brexit talks.
Whilst it may well be a legal requirement for Parliament to have to give
permission, does it really have to take up more than five minutes. The decision
has been made; all the nastiness was done and dusted six months ago. Why drag
it all up again?
There was also talk of how scientists have managed to
communicate
(with seventy per cent success) with
patients in long-term vegetative states. One chap even managed to convey his
displeasure at his daughter’s choice of boyfriend.
If ever I end up in a long-term
vegetative state let’s not mess about with science. If it happens to me and it
looks like being permanent, I want the plug pulling.
Just as I got to work my phone pinged.
An email. On Monday I’d hidden a geocache at the base of a tree. The geo-feds
had given it the big thumbs-down. There is the final stage of a puzzle cache
too close nearby. But I was tol which puzzle was in the way do I shall have a
go at solving it later.
I went in to work where I met a friend. A
chap who I trained seven years ago is now a colleague again. It is a small
old world in my business…
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