Bearing in mind the amount of
ale and port I sank last night I work feeling remarkably chipper. I left "er
indoors TM"
and the wolf-pack snoring whilst I scoffed my toast. As I scoffed I looked at
my Facebook feed and my heart sank. Family members who should know better were
posting all sorts of anti-vaccination propaganda. Anti-vaccination nutcases
boil my piss. On the one hand we have thousands of controlled repeatable
clinical studies showing that vaccines actually stop children dying. On the
other hand we have idiots who are frightened by the big words and don’t even
try to understand them. Co-incidentally there was also one such idiot posting
anti-vax drivel on a work-related Facebook page. To prove her (utterly fallacious) point she had
written "It LITERALLY only makes
sense if you DON'T think about it." These people so smugly ask “So, what happened before vaccines” to
which the answer is so obvious. “Small
children died”.
It bothers me that people like this are allowed to vote.
With a little time on my hands I
thought I might get the old dining table out of the shed. I have a plan to use
it as the basis of my Lego train set project. However bearing in mind that at
the time I was just storing the table for some vague indeterminate future use
it was right at the back of the shed. So getting it out meant stripping pretty
much everything else out of the shed.
To be honest
the shed needed a little sort-out.
I eventually wrestled the table
out and got everything else back relatively tidily. I do need to have a
chuck-out of stuff in that shed, but that will keep for another day. I put the
table in the living room; I dusted it down outside but probably needs something
of a scrub before I lug it upstairs. I left in in the way in the hope that "er
indoors TM"
might scrub it whilst I was at work.
She didn’t.
We got the
dogs organised and took them for a little walk. A few days ago a new geocache
went live in Kingsnorth. It would be something to do this morning, and a little
drive for Pogo is always a good thing. He needs to get used to the car.
We parked up
at Kingsnorth village hall, and got well past the ongoing football match before
letting the dogs off the leads. We didn't want them getting involved.
Amateur
football leagues always make me chuckle; the players are constantly screaming
abuse and profanities at each other. "F... Hell!!!" was
clearly audible quarter of a mile from the pitch. Still, I suppose (if
nothing else) they were doing football properly in that they were actually
playing it and not watching it.
As the dogs
pootled about we rummaged along the base of a fence looking for our geo-target.
We couldn't find it. After fifteen minutes we gave up. I sent a message to the
chap who'd found it the other day, and we walked our dogs round the fields.
Those fields are a rather good place to walk the dogs. As we walked my phone
beeped. A reply about that geocache. We had the right idea with base of fence,
but we were told the given co-ordinates were a tad out. We went back. It turned
out that I'd seen the thing. What I thought was a feather some thirteen metres
from the given location was actually the string tying the cache to the fence
post. Woops!
We came home;
I picked up my sandwich box, and set off to work. The roads weren't overly
busy; I made good time to Maidstone. A quick plate of broccoli cheese made for
a good lunch, and then it was on with the work.
I suppose
that bearing in mind how cold it was today, being at work wasn’t such a bad
thing for a Sunday.
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