I woke from a nightmare
involving leaking tents only to find it was half past four. But didn’t get back
off to sleep after that.
I got up, made toast
and watched an episode of “Catastrophe”. The miserable sour-faced
headmistress character seemed vaguely familiar; it was something about her
voice. It turned out I remembered her from being
the foxy one in the Hale and Pace show thirty-five years ago, and from being
Rowan Atkinson’s girlfriend in “The Thin Blue Line”.
I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
talking about the computing marvel “Raspberry Pi” which
yesterday was launched on the stock exchange. It has made a fortune for those
who invest in that sort of thing. But interestingly it was the business editor,
not the news people who were talking about it. The thing hasn’t made loads of
money because of its demonstrable track record; it has made loads of money
because those in the financial world think it will. When I listen to the
business and finance news I get so wound up. There’s no room for facts or
information in there. They way to make money is to persuade those with money
that the thing you are trying to sell is worth money. Get them to invest. The
value of your shares then increases as a buying frenzy takes off, and then you
sell your shares at vast profit before anyone realizes that it is all mass
hysteria utterly unrelated to whether or not what is up for sale is actually
any good or not.
And there was more talk of the upcoming election. It would
seem there’s pretty much no public confidence in the UK’s
political system at the moment. It was claimed that the public are still
sulking that all isn’t heigh-ho pip and dandy like the pro-Brexit campaign
promised, and this is compounded by all of Boris Johnson’s lies. I would have
thought that things had moved on since then; we can’t keep harping back to what
happened years ago.
I
got to work for the early, did half a day’s work, and came home again. With “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” bridesmaiding at her mate’s wedding we were
looking after “Darcie Waa Waa TM”. We had perhaps one of the
best sessions we’ve ever had with her; no tantrums, no carrying on. She bimbled
about the place quite happily checking the cupboards for monsters and telling
the dogs stories.
“er indoors TM” has now taken “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
to collect “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” from
school and they are all off to the evening reception. I’m on dog duty; there’s
four as Pogo is with us for the evening. The dogs are all fast asleep; having
littlun round has worn them out. Mind you, I say “fast asleep”; one will
burp or fart in their sleep and the other three leap up and all hell is
unleashed until I settle them again. This has happened a few times now and is
getting a td tiresome.
In
between settling dogs I spent the evening staring at the telly. I did consider
doing the ironing, but I couldn’t be arsed.
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