I slept like
a log and woke feeling full of energy and raring to go only to find that it was
eleven minutes past three, and that an alliance of all three dogs had left me
hanging off the edge of the bed. Bearing in mind the old adage of letting
sleeping dogs lie, I made the most of the six inches of bed that had been left
for me and dozed fitfully. I might have had a better night if I’d ben allowed
any duvet, but that wasn’t happening.
Over a bowl
of granola I watched two more episodes of “Love Death and Robots”. Very
good episodes, but again the makers of TV shows made the mistake of not
realising you can’t do raucous racy graphic sex scenes in which the
protagonists keep their pants on.
I then had a
look at Facebook. That dull work-related thing I’d posted on
Monday night had received its three hundred and sixth “like”. Bearing in
mind other posts on that work-related Facebook group were only getting thirty
of forty “likes” I was rather pleased with myself.
I also had an
email telling me of a job at work. I knew there was going to be a vacancy at a
grade above my current one. Do I want to go back in to management? Part of me
thinks I should because that’s what people do. Part of me thinks “been
there, done that – finally happy at work”. In retrospect I left management
under what I could only describe as less than deal circumstances and would like
to have stepped down on my own terms. However I was in a managerial position
for nearly twenty-five years and looking back I was never anywhere near as
happy at work as I am now.
As I drove to
work the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Pope has made a declaration about human rights
and their being applied (or not) to artificial intelligences. Apparently there
is a robotics conference going on at the Vatican (of all places) next week, and
I can only assume that His Holiness has been watching the Sy-Fy channel and
mistaking it for Sky News.
There was
also an interview with the Prime Minister of New Zealand who was talking about
the aftermath of the terrible mass murders which took place at a mosque there
over the last weekend. She's appalled, and rightly so. So am I. But I got
thinking. New Zealand has recently taken in a *lot* of refugees and
immigrants, and if history teaches us anything, it is that humans don't like
anyone or anything which is different to themselves. On the one hand the
developed world has a moral obligation to help those less fortunate than
themselves. On the other hand, doing so is a red rag to the bull of human
intolerance.
One for His
Holiness to sort out (during the Sy-Fy channel's advert break) perhaps?
I got to work, but an early
start meant for an early finish. I came home and walked the dogs. I had
intended to walk them over at Great Chart, but as I drove home the traffic at
that part of town was so heavy that I just parked the car and we all walked
round the park. Only one cyclist skidded because of us, but Pogo did try to
pick a fight with a Doberman.
It has been a little while since
we were last at the park; the gardeners have done wonders with the Chinese
garden. I do like the park, but it is hard work with three dogs.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of scran. We scoffed it whilst catching up with what the
Sky-Plus box ad been recording over the last week. “Young Sheldon”, “Big Bang
Theory”, “Derry Girls”. We washed
the scran down with a bottle of Tempranillo
red wine. It was bloody awful. If any of my loyal readers need their drain
unblocking I can’t recommend the stuff highly enough. But if you want something
to have with your dinner, I’d recommend toilet duck over this stuff.
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