23 October 2020 (Friday) - Rostered Day Off

  

 

I slept well again, waking shortly after seven o’clock finding myself cuddling Treacle as though she was a teddy bear. Yesterday I was chatting with one of the bosses at work who was complaining about his insomnia; laying wide awake worrying about work-related problems over which he had no power to put right. I can remember spending many years doing the same; I don’t miss that at all.

I made some toast and peered into the Internet as I do most mornings. A friend who is an IT professional was bitterly complaining about the new-look Facebook layout. Admittedly it looks awful and is vastly inferior to what came before in many ways, but that is IT for you. Those who work in the field are forever fiddling with it; after any upgrade what happens behind the scenes is a wonder of technology, but whatever it is that has been upgraded is left less able to do the actual job for which it is required.

 

I took the dogs down to Orlestone Woods for a walk. We had a good wander. As we walked we met some people that we’ve met before. They told me that they too had met the couple with whom I’d had the run-in a few weeks ago. And they too had received a visit from the police. Apparently they had “looked at the autistic chap in a funny way”.

You really would think that the police would have better things to do with their limited time and resources, wouldn’t you?

Taking great care not to look at anyone in any sort of way at all we walked with these people. Usually we walk alone, but it does Treacle good to walk with other dogs.

With walk walked I took the dogs home, then drove out to Cheeseman’s Lane. A geocache of mine had been reported missing. It probably is missing. The thing is under a bridge across which a country lane crosses a river. Seeing the water was a lot deeper than I remember it being I thought I wouldn’t chance my wellies. I shall blag a pair of waders from "My Boy ^TM" and go back next week.

I came home via Newtown Green for Munzee purposes where my barcode-related activities were rewarded with a briefcase and a spyderbot. If you are into sticking barcodes on to lamp posts, this is rather impressive; if you aren’t a Munzee-er this is probably rather trivial.

 

I came home myself to find that "er indoors ^TM" had spent quite some time clearing up dog sick. Whist I was out, Pogo had brought up his brekkie. I wonder what that was all about? He’d been fine when out on his walk.

I got busy in the garden. The lawn had grown quite a bit recently. The lawn “feed & seed” has certainly fed the lawn, but once it was mown I could see the bare patches were still there. It hadn’t seeded much.

And then my phone beeped.

 

Regular readers of this drivel may recall that on August 25^th I received a rather unmoral invitation (via Facebook) from “Shawn Bearden” who wanted to be my friend on Facebook and had invited me to an exclusive WhatsApp sex group. I commented about this at the time on Facebook when I wrote “I bet Facebook will delete that post... but won’t do anything about the porn monger in the picture...”

This morning Facebook told me they have deleted my post and have given me a formal warning for going against their community standards on suicide and self-injury (!) Someone advertises pornography on Facebook. I highlight the breach of standards, and I’m the one in trouble.

Despite several messages with their automated system, Facebook are adamant that I am the villain of the piece. I’ve posted screenshots of their warnings onto my Facebook page. If that doesn’t get me banned, nothing will.

Meanwhile the porn-mongers continue to peddle their filth.

Another friend got a warning from the Facebook feds for asking if someone could get her some paracetamol whilst she was shielding as that went against their drugs policy.

 

"er indoors ^TM" took a lunch break and we popped down to the carpet shop. The hall carpet is (at least) thirty years old and needs replacing. We’ve found something which shouldn’t show the dirt (too much) and the nice man will come and fit it next month.

As the rain fell I ironed shirts and trousers, and then pootled about with my Lego city. I’m wondering if I might do away with some of the custom-build houses in it and replace them with ones more akin to the designs of 1970s Lego. That will give me something to do over the long winter evenings.  

"er indoors ^TM" went to the fish & chips shop to get dinner which we scoffed whilst watching this week’s episode of “Star Trek: Discovery” which was streets ahead of last week’s episode. We followed this with an episode of “Taskmaster”, and as it passed nine o’clock some idiot started setting off fireworks.