Again I didn't feel that good when I got up this
morning. But five o'clock is early; who does feel in top form then? I
again considered phoning in sick, but instead made up some salt
solution, syringed out my sinuses, and managed to blast out more
rather enormous lumps of scabby yukky gunge.
Better out than in, eh?
Over brekkie I watched another episode of "Inside No 9" then had a
look at Facebook. There are several people that I keep as "Facebook Friends" purely to
watch their antics. One of these (who is currently trying
to sell her house for half a million pounds and regularly pleads poverty) was transmitting to the world from yet another foreign holiday. This
woman makes me laugh. Having posted all over Facebook how others are paying her
daughter's five-thousand-pounds-per-term school fees because she is so
poor, she never seems short of money for a holiday.
I also had an email to say that a bracelet I'd bought
for "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM"
had been posted and should arrive today. It’s some new-age hippy thing; hopefully
she’ll like it.
Before I set off to work I spent a couple of
seconds dragging the recycling bin onto the pavement. Everyone else up our
road had moved their bins to the edge of their front gardens last night,
and the jobsworths from the bin company had then moved them all to
strategically block the pavement. However we'd not moved our bin forward the
requisite six feet to the front of our garden, and so the people who move the
bins had left it. I moved our bin onto the pavement since the bin men are
demonstrably incapable of walking the six feet from pavement to bin.
I've complained to the council about this before,
but the bloke at the council says we have to "appease
the contractors".
If you want a laugh it is fun to complain about the
bin men on the local Facebook pages. One of the bin men has appointed himself
the social media spokesman for the local bin men, and he gets rather vocal if
anyone says anything about the bin collection which isn’t absolutely glowing
with praise. I'm sure his manager has no idea of this, or he would surely have
been sacked for some of the things he posts.
As I drove to work (quite a
bit earlier than usual) the pundits on the radio were
playing extracts from "Yesterday in Parliament".
What a load of hot air.
I've been saying for years that I don't believe in
democracy, and our parliamentary democracy is a shambles. These so-called
"debates"... No
matter what they are "debating", whoever is talking merely repeats the tired old arguments that
their particular party has been repeating for decades. And the winner of the
"debate" is whichever
party gets the most people to show up for the vote at the end. No one comes up
with any sensibly reasoned arguments that aren't party-politically motivated,
and no one ever says to anyone else "that's a
good point - I hadn't thought of that".
We as a nation *really* need a new political process.
Ironically there was then talk about the Prime
Minister’s plans for a December general election. I really did laugh out loud
as I drove. One of the problems of having a general election in December (according to the experts in holding elections) is that the nation has over the last few years replaced pretty
much all the street lighting with these L.E.D. lights which are widely accepted
(by pretty much everyone except those who are
responsible for street lighting so it would seem…) not to actually illuminate anything. And apparently a December election
would mean the expense of illuminating the polling stations and the streets
round them.
I might have mentioned these L.E.D. lights before?
I got to work for the early shift, and did my bit.
I spent much of the morning looking out of the window at a rather bright
morning. I was rather jealous that a group of friends had gone off for a walk
today. I thought it would have been good to have gone along until I saw
the wind and rain that came an hour or so later.
With work done I came home. I found that "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM"’s bracelet had indeed arrived. I can’t work out
why a bracelet only three inches in diameter had to come in an envelope far too
big for the letter box though. I also had a parcel containing four Lego wheels
(each only two inches in diameter) which
was even bigger than the envelope the bracelet came in.
I took the dogs for a little walk up to the co-op
field. We had a good stomp about up there. Fudge enjoyed playing ”chase”, but he is obviously getting
more and more awkward as he moves
"er
indoors TM"
should be home soon… I wonder what’s for tea….
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