7 July 2020 (Tuesday) - Hic...


Over a bowl of granola I watched another episode of “Pure”. After a rather weak first episode the series has improved in leaps and bounds. It is a shame that the leading protagonist has to “do the dirty deed” quite so often, but at least both her and her “porking associate” both keep their pants on when they do so.
I then turned on the lap-top (which booted up far faster than it did yesterday) to see what had happened overnight. The unmoral emails from “Unknown” have stopped (for the time being), but other than that, not a lot had been going on.

As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Prime Minister has made an idiot of himself yet again. With the pandemic being seen to be on the wane, he is now looking to assign blame for the whole sorry mess. Having lambasted Public Health England last week, today he was blaming the people who run care homes for their failings. It is so easy to point out someone's mistakes after the event; even more so when at the time no one knew that what they were doing was a mistake.
When the pandemic started the Prime Minister excelled himself - his TV appearances were almost statesman-like.  Faced with national disaster he had the opportunity to become one of the nation's best Prime Ministers. He could have been a latter-day Churchill, but as the crisis has gone on he’s had his chance and blown it. Effectively pissing on his own chips he's shown himself to be something of an embarrassment time and again.

There was also quite a bit of talk about the use of face coverings to prevent the spread of COVID-19. The head honcho at the Royal Society has announced that people should wear then all the time. However it was intimated on the radio this morning that there is quite a bit of evidence to suggest the things have been of no use whatsoever in stopping the spread of flu in Asia on several occasions. Is this true? I don't know. But I suspect that truth is utterly irrelevant when up against popular opinion.

I got to work in good time and did what I had to do. I rather amazed myself at identifying an anti-M that only reacts with the homozygous (As they so often do)
An early start made for an early finish. I came home, collected "er indoors TM" and the wolf-pack and we drove down to Orlestone Woods where we had a rather good walk. Other dogs were shouting noisily; Pogo just walked straight past them. Fudge did disgrace himself by trying to play “dog piggy back” but his new-found friend wasn’t having any of it. The other dog’s owners were rather taken aback when their dog snapped at Fudge, and were very apologetic. But (as I said to them) if more dogs told Fudge off, he wouldn’t keep doing it. Ironically the other dog was called “Roger” (!), and having been told off, Fudge then totally ignored Roger.

"er indoors TM" boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we washed down with a very good bottle of red wine, then we tuned into a virtual birthday party during which I made a serious dent in a bottle of amaretto.
It all became rather vague…

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