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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