During a break in the small hours last
night I had a look at Facebook via the app on my phone. I like social media
because it is social. I can see what family and friends are getting up to. I
can see photos of friends and family, and their children, and their cats and
dogs. I can see knob jokes, and I can squabble about pretty much every subject
under the sun with people I have never met and never will.
Personally I like to use it to tell the
world what I'm doing because I am ostentatious like that.
However what I don't want to see is
endless adverts for stuff that I don't want to buy. If I want to buy something
I will look for it on Amazon or eBay, or I will go to a shop. I'm getting just
a little bit peeved with people who are using every attempt to communicate with
me as a thinly-veiled ruse to flog whatever scam it is they are trying to foist
this week.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio
were discussing a speech that the boss
of the NHS
was going to make today. Bearing in mind that all the pro-Brexit politicians
were adamant that leaving the EU would give the country three hundred and fifty
million quid a week extra for the NHS, and also bearing in mind that a lot of
those politicians are now in high office in the Cabinet, he was going to ask
for that money.
Whilst I admire his spirit, this figure
of saving three hundred and fifty million quid a week by leaving the European
Union has long been disproved. But it is time someone told these politicians to
put their money where their mouth is. The pundits wheeled on a pro-Brexit
politician who thought the whole thing was laughable; as he said, since when
does anyone take seriously anything said by a politician?
Pausing only briefly to wave at "er
indoors TM" in passing I took the dogs round the park.
Fudge picked fights with two cyclists. Seeing how they both crashed I think it
fair to say he was the victor. I blame the cyclists; they hurtle along at
breakneck speeds and don’t give him any space. I’ve long thought his eyesight
isn’t that good; the cyclists appear from nowhere and frighten him.
We also met a solitary OrangeHead who
greeted Fudge by name.
Once home I changed the light bulb in
the outside garden light. It still didn’t work. Hopefully it is the light
fitting that needs replacing. I should be able to fix that myself.
I then went to bed. Ideally I would have
stayed awake, but a night shift (or two)
can be tiring. I got an hour’s sleep before I had a phone call from 07594
572100 who had details of all of my debts and wondered if he could consolidate
them for me. I wondered if he would like to f… off, and I asked him. He got
rather anxious when I told him that my phone records the numbers of incoming
calls and that I would be reporting him.
I got a couple of hours more sleep, and
got up in the late afternoon. I slobbed in front of the telly watching “Peaky Blinders” then the episode of “Upstairs Downstairs” in which “Hedward” got shell-shock.
"er indoors TM" came home and
boiled up a rather good dinner. We scoffed it whilst watching the latest
episode of “Star Trek: Discovery”. I
quite like the show… but only “quite”.
I’m not warming to any of the leading characters and (so far) they haven’t done any stories which haven’t been done
better elsewhere.
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