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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