I slept like a log and woke feeling full of energy and
raring to go at twenty past three. I then lay awake listening to a medley of
snoring from "er indoors TM", Treacle and Pogo.
Fudge had gone downstairs to the sofa for some peace and quiet. I should have
joined him.
I peered into the Internet to see what had happened
overnight. My new soap dish had generated quite a lot of interest. I saw that
Cheryl had tagged me into one of those Facebook things: I now have to post (on
Facebook) a scene (no title, not a poster) of a film that had an
impact on me. Every day a new film and a new nomination for ten days. Today I
went for the best film in the history of the universe (I’m trying to get rather obscure piccies - if you want to know what
film it is, just ask…)
The last time I did something
like this (influential albums) I nominated family members… only one had a go and he gave up after
four days. This time I’m nominating people who I’ve known for at least forty
years from my days in the Boys Brigade. I don’t suppose or expect any of them
will join in, but there is a method in my madness here. It can be difficult to
pick people for these Facebook meme-things without giving offence to those who
don’t get picked. At least this way I have some defendable criteria.
I took the dogs out for a walk. As we went round the park
we met the little old lady who goes about on a frame with her blue-eyed dog. (Dog
owners don’t know other dog owners by name, we know each other by dog). She
had a rant about the young family who use the park so little that they actually
had to be told not to play in the flower beds, and she loudly announced that
she would be glad when lock-down is over and all these people who have never
before used the park all go back indoors. She then told a passing normal person
that the face mask they were wearing would have been better used at the
hospital by someone who actually needs it and wouldn’t waste it in the park.
I was so glad that it isn’t just me who is getting fed up
with the antics of all the locked-down idiots.
We went on; Pogo shouted at the dog of a normal person,
then played with new friends “Biscuit” and “Dorothy” before
coming home.
Once home I saw that the postie had been. He’d delivered
the Munzee stickers I’d ordered at the weekend. They’d arrived quickly.
Usually I would then waste a little time watching telly,
but with "er indoors TM" working from home I didn’t
want to disturb her. And with the nation in lock-down, a geo-adventure or an
hour’s munzing wasn’t really on the cards. So I wrote up a little CPD (which was on the
dull side) whilst the dogs snored.
As I drove to Pembury the pundits on the
radio were talking about how the pandemic has affected the religious. A lot more
services are taking place virtually, and the chap being interviewed was
rattling on about how "all sorts of possibilities are being considered".
It never fails to amaze me how one possibility that never gets considered is
that the righteous have got it all wrong, and their god is (at best)
utterly disinterested in getting humanity out of whatever disaster has befallen it this week.
There was also talk about how overworked
Muslims in the NHS are struggling with Ramadan this year. There was speculation
on relaxing the fasting restrictions, but the favoured option (of those
seemingly in the know) was to allow anyone following Ramadan to take the
entire month off work.
How is that going to work?
I got to work where there was a definite absence of cake. I
did my bit (as I do). Coming home
was something of a game as the A21 was closed. Navigating home cross-country in the
dark took some doing…
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