About an hour after I dozed off the dogs had a rather nasty
scrap. They’ve taken to quarrelling over certain toys. They were soon
separated, but having been woken I then lay awake for much of the night just in
case they should argue again.
Eventually I gave up trying to sleep and got up. Over an
early brekkie I watched an episode of “Dad’s
Army” in which Private Walker shoved a few dozen stolen pigeons into the
church organ. Form what I could work out he could only have done this for comic
effect. I also watched an episode of “Star
Trek: The Animated Series”; a show which, while entertaining, was made long
before believable characters and plausible plots were ever used in a TV show.
I then had a look-see at the Internet. Again the Firefox
browse took twice as long to get going as it did a week ago, despite now
supposedly running twice as fast as it used to.
The photos of yesterday’s walk had got several encouraging
comments, but that was about it for Facebook. And with no emails of note I set
off to work. Slowly. I think I might have overdone it yesterday; my right knee
was particularly painful. Arthritis, or just too fat?
As I drove to work (through
a rather wet morning) the pundits on the radio were talking about the
problems facing the German Premier Angela Merkle and Zimbabwe’s Robert Mugabe.
A shame for the world to lose one, good riddance to the other.
There was a very interesting article on the radio this
morning investigating the problems in the housing market. When we were buying
our first house we needed to borrow three times my annual salary. Nowadays
couples are finding that they need to borrow up to ten times an average salary
to buy a house.
Furthermore the upcoming Brexit has pushed house prices
through the roof. Many of the European workers who used to build the houses
have gone home. And there is a brick shortage as those who used to make the
bricks were also European workers who have gone home. Those who advocate “British jobs for British workers“ seem
to have overlooked the fact that demonstrably the British workers don’t want
these jobs (hence the need for European
workers in the first place).
However no one is addressing the main problem with the
housing market. The main problem being that it is a “market”. A house isn’t a place to live; it is a financial
commodity.
Should it be…?
I got to work and had a very busy day. No gassing, but
plenty of sausaging (it’s a blood
transfusion thing).
With work done I came home; I had intended visiting Lacey
as today is her birthday, but she was out with a gaggle of her mates. Instead
we walked the dogs round the road and then had a rather good bit of dinner. "er
indoors TM" has gone bowling. I’m going to sleep in front
of the telly with my dogs…
My knee still hurts…
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