10 March 2019 (Sunday) - Early Shift


I would have had a better night if I could just have gone to the loo and back in the small hours and didn’t have to clear up a humungous dog turd. I’m going to blame Pogo as he is the only dog large enough to have done one that size.
Pausing only briefly to break the dishwasher’s drawer as I unloaded it, over brekkie (once I’d got the Internet working again) I watched the first episode of “After Life”; a new show starring Ricky Gervais. I’m not sure if I like it or not.
I took care not to disturb Fudge as I got dressed. He was fast asleep on the bed. I say "fast asleep" - his eyes were open, and he seemed to be watching my every move, but he wasn't moving much.

As I drove to work there radio was broadcasting their "Farmers World" bit. Usually it is dull, but today there was a rather interesting thing about stoats. It could have been better; the person presenting the thing seemed to have a right sulk on. Apparently he'd been banging on about stoats on the radio for years and no one could give a metaphorical rat's arse. But when David Attenborough mentioned the creatures a little while ago, everyone sat up and took notice. I did think that this just illustrated the difference between a world-renown presenter on prime-time TV and "jimmy-no-one" on an obscure radio show at half past six on a Sunday morning, but perhaps I was being a tad harsh.
At seven o'clock stoats gave way to the morning news program. Apparently the bleeding hearts are all upset about the Shamima Begum case. Having come to the UK with her parents she announced that the UK was a load of old crap and went off to join ISIS knowing full well she wouldn't be allowed back.
She then had babies in the war zone to which she'd moved, and now feels the UK should take her back as a war zone is no place to bring up a family. Whilst I feel some sympathy for her as she was rather young when she absconded, it turns out there's now more other ex-British citizens who've run off to join ISIS, realised they've picked the wrong side and had their British citizenship revoked.
These two specifically mentioned in the news are old enough to know better. On the one hand is it fair to leave people in danger? On the other hand they went there of their own accord with full knowledge of where they were going.One of the people being interviewed on the radio was wise enough to realise that allowing these people back just plays into the hands of the far right wing racists and hate-mongers..
It's a sad old world, isn't it?

There was also talk of how the current Pope is going to open all the Vatican's archives on Pope Pius XII who was in the papal hot-seat during the second world war. There are all sorts of allegations about the bloke, but I can't see how digging the dirt eighty years later is going to achieve anything

I got to work and seriously considered going to the works canteen for a fry-up, but thought better of it. instead I went in to work and got on with it. As I sometimes do. As I worked I had a phone call. A friend was hunting out a geocache I'd found a couple of weeks ago and was finding it rather elusive. Did I remember where it was. Actually I did. At the risk of giving spoilers, if ever you are roaming the countryside and find a discarded DVD bearing the artwork of "Minge Mania" (a DVD appealing to a rather specialist interest niche market) then you will be close to it. Personally I couldn't help but wonder who would buy a DVD entitled "Minge Mania" and then be so careless as to lose it some two miles from the nearest DVD player.
Part of me was jealous that I too wasn't out walking. But not *that* jealous - I could see the rain on the window. I don't mind working at the weekend when it rains.

With my bit done at work I came home to a house smelling rather strongly of paint. "er indoors TM" had been busy today whilst I was at work. Seeing that the rain had stopped and that the dogs were asking to go out, we went round the park. Oh, it was cold. And it didn’t help that Pogo was trying to pick some fights (once he’d finished eating Fudge’s poops). I was glad to get back home.

We *could* have gone to the geo-meet in Harbledown this evening, but the place where it was being held didn’t do food, and we were a tad peckish. So we didn’t go. We watched some of “Crufts” on the telly instead. "er indoors TM" is going to do a bit more painting; I might just continue with a geo-project I started last September…

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