16 March 2017 (Thursday) - Stuff

I think I might have overdone the gardening yesterday; I rather ached this morning. Over brekkie I watched “You Rang M’Lord”. His Lordship was having problems with his extruder. As I watched both dogs came downstairs, and I took them to the garden. A blue tit was sitting on the fence and singing; I’ve not seen that in the garden before.
As the dogs then charged back upstairs to bother "er indoors TM" I had my traditional look-see on-line. I had a friend request from one Nena Demetria Sturgeon. I’m not sure who she was; she wasn’t wearing much and she felt sure I wouldn’t last more than twenty minutes in bed with her. She did however suggest I clicked on a link which took me to a website filled with pictures of nudey ladies without any clothes on. I’ve been offered the same link before by other people. Their accounts are still active so I didn’t bother reporting Nena Demetria Sturgeon.
It never fails to amaze me that the authorities at Facebook are so against people using an alias on Facebook (and will shut down such accounts) but will allow porn-mongers free rein on their site.

With nothing else of note on Facebook, and nothing in my e-inbox I set of to work (in one of my new shirts) on a very foggy morning. As I drove the MP Sir Roger Gale was on the radio complaining about the unfairness of the new ruling that MPs can no longer spend public money hiring members of their own families as staff. Until recently MPs have been allowed to hire staff (at public expense) and Sir Roger’s wife has been his assistant for many years. She’s been paid over thirty thousand pounds every year because (as Sir Roger said on the radio this morning) no one else could do the job as well.
There are all sorts of rules preventing this sort of nepotism in the civil service and the health service. Nepotism is all very well when you are doing it with your own money…

There was also talk of the government re-issuing the “Protect and Survive” leaflet issued nearly forty years ago which advised the nation on how to cope with he aftermath of a nuclear attack.
Rather worrying…

I got to work and made a point of not parking under the tree (from which the bird poop originates) and had a rather busy day during which not one person noticed my sexy new shirt.
I came home and walked the dogs round the block. "er indoors TM" was rather late home. She’d been to Canterbury to collect a new power cable for her lap-top; the puppy had eaten the old one. But she came home with some Chinese for dinner so I wasn’t complaining.

I then spent the evening solving geo-puzzles… only one left to solve. A fruit-based soduku….

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