I slept well again; but I was again awake long before the
alarm. I got up and my dog was hankering to go out. You can’t not let a dog
out… he didn’t bark *that* much, and
with his woofing done he took himself off to my bed..
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Plebs” on Netflix. Plebs”
is one of those little gems that do many people have missed. There’s quite a
few like that. “Still Game”, “The Good Place”… I wonder how many are still
out there for me to find? I found a list…
I then sparked up my lap-top. I’d been asked to provide a
weather report for a friend. At six o’clock it was clear, cold and icy. I sent
the update and had a little look on Facebook. Squabbles continued to abound as
they do.
I checked my emails. Yesterday’s blog entry received an
anonymous comment. I thought I’d turned off the anonymous commenting? But I had
a wry smile when I read the bit about “there
was no row kicking off until you added you comment”… The entire concept of
FTFs wouldn’t have been mentioned on Facebook and at pretty much every geo-meet
in the first place if there *wasn’t*
any such row. “anonymous” – clearly
doesn’t lurk in entirely the same circles in which I lurk. The seemingly
trivial issue of who is the first one to unearth a hidden pot has been *seriously* causing upset for some time because
no one is given a chance to join in. And as for “everyone ended the evening happy” - did they? I was still reading
bitter messages about it all in the middle of the afternoon.
I can’t help but feel that there are those who are missing
the point of a hobby. The whole hunting Tupperware thing is supposed to be fun…
I had a notification about a job in Guys hospital (which I would rather not take) and a job
in Chelmsford. Chelmsford? I suppose that it isn’t that far as the crow flies.
But then a crow can fly straight across the Thames estuary, can’t it?
I had two emails from LinkedIn that I deleted without
opening, and the nice people at the Environment Agency had sent me a
questionnaire about the fishing licence this morning. I did chuckle when I read
the question about whether or not the fishing licence is good value for money.
Despite my prompting them, they never actually took any money for my licence
last year. And they asked me if I thought the Environment Agency was
responsible, trustworthy, effective or reliable. How would I know?
I do hope that fishing licence money wasn’t wasted on that
survey.
I wasted ten minutes trying to find my sexy hat before
setting off to work. As I walked to my car I met an ex-colleague who was
walking her dog. We chatted for a bit; things are no better at ex-work than
they were seven years ago. The one who made the place a misery years ago is
still making the place a misery. My policy of putting her in a room of her own
and leaving her alone all day every day (just
to keep the peace) is still in effect. Management remains afraid to
confront her, and her bullying continues unchallenged.
I scraped the ice from my car; the thermometer said it was
minus six degrees as I set off. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
interviewing the MP Jo Swinson about proposed changes in the Palace of
Westminster to put an end to the institutional sexual harassment. Ms Swinson
rather amazed me by saying that anyone who is accused of sexual harassment
probably has a history of doing so. So much for evidence, eh? And she rather
put one of the pundits on the spot by asking him about various unguarded comments he’d
made
about another BBC presenter. I did laugh; it was exactly the sort of thing he
does every day to all sorts of guests on the show; he *really* didn’t like it being done back to him.
Work was work (as it
so often is). I came home to find my sexy hat laying on the table where I’d
left it.
"er indoors TM" had already
taken the dogs out. The house seems empty without them home. "er
indoors TM" then boiled up dinner and went off to craft club.
Together with the wolf pack I watched the last two episodes of “Britannia”.
I can’t help but feel that the whole thing was one big anti-climax. There were
nine episodes in total, all setting the scene for something which never
happened.
Perhaps things might happen in the second season. If there
is one?
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