I slept well, but was still awake two
hours earlier than I needed to be. I had a vague idea to watch an episode of “You Rang M’Lord” over brekkie, but the
DVD player wouldn’t switch on. It does that from time to time. To get the thing
to work I have to pull its plug and start the thing off again. But getting to
the plug is a bit of a stretch and I couldn’t be bothered, so I watched an
episode of “Dad’s Army” instead.
With some telly watched I then rebooted
the DVD player and had a look-see on-line. Other than some junk emails from
Volvo, not a lot of note had happened overnight.
I set off to work; the roads were really
busy. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about all sorts of stuff
(as they do). Jeremy Corbyn was under fire again. He amazes me; whether
he is a good leader for the Labour party or not is irrelevant. The media have
clearly decided against him and have persuaded the public that he has made the
Labour party unelectable. The public clearly believe this. But still he refuses
to go.
The national child abuse enquiry finally got going. I got cross. I do
feel for the abused children; what happened to many children over the years is
terrible. But what on Earth can be achieved by interviewing a victim who is now
seventy years old?
I got to work; today I was learning how
my new place of work measures levels of Vitamin B12 in the blood. I used to do
that with radioactive isotopes in years gone by. The technology is rather less
dangerous these days, but even so I managed to get an error out of the analyser
that no one had ever seen before.
The engineer arrives tomorrow.
I left work whilst it was still light
this evening. I got home after dark, but I left work in the light. Once home I
ran the dogs round the roads, and then told "er indoors TM"
we need to revise our will. What happen if both kids croak before us? What if
we all croak? Could a hereditary grandchild’s guardian make a better case for
what I leave than an acquired grandchild’s guardian might? And what about my
dogs? I need to leave money to over their food and vet bills.
Our current will merely makes allowances
for who looks after the fruits of my loin if we croak. I can’t see "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" taking kindly to being sent to live with
her auntie when I croak…
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