One of this morning’s petty squabble on the internet was
over a meme posted to Facebook about how medical care is given out free of
charge in “Star Trek”. Non-Americans commenting pointed out that they
don’t pay for healthcare (at the point of care). The Americans
commenting fell into two groups. One group were saying what a wonderful idea
free health care would be; seemingly oblivious to the fact that healthcare is
given out free of charge in most of the world except America. The other group
felt that free health care would be a terrible thing and that there was some
merit in paying for it.
The other squabble was about a twee meme posted by some
celebrity (from way back when) about how much nurses make. It was
claimed that nurses make people better and make people smile, and you can’t put
a price on that. I thought about pointing out the stupidity from the pandemic
when everyone stood on the doorsteps and clapped the NHS. At the time I tried
paying for my shopping (in Sainsburys) by clapping but they weren’t
having that.
Perhaps if we in the UK adopted the American health care
model then healthcare workers in te NHS might get better pay?
I also saw that ELO are going to play their last ever gig in Hyde
Park next June. Do I want to go? I wouldn’t mind, but with tickets starting at
about a hundred quid a go (or so the expert opinion reckons) it’s a lot
of money to shell out.
Despite the rain I took the dogs to the woods. Sadly my
idiot enthusiasm didn’t triumph over common sense today; the rain didn’t ease
up until we were in the car on the way home. But the dogs seemed to like the
walk. As we walked we saw a few other dog walkers braving the elements. I think
a couple of them were professional dog walkers. They had a very random
assortment of dogs, and we did see two vans in the car park bearing dog walker
livery.
I wonder how lucrative professional dog walking is?
We came home where we saw not-so-nice-next-door
taking a bag of rubbish to the public bin up the street. As she walked back she
glared at me like I was the shit on her shoe. Treacle snarled at her; Treacle *really*
doesn’t like her.
The dogs had a bath. No one had rolled in anything foul,
but they were wet and muddy. A hot shower to warm up and shift mud was in
order. And once showered, the dogs were all soon asleep.
I loaded up an assortment of old tat into the car and set
off to the tip. The tip was quiet today – only two other cars were there. I
unloaded, and got chatting with the chap at the tip about how much useful stuff
gets dinged out. I mentioned the little shop at the tip in Hastings; the nice
man said that pretty much every council-run tip in the country has little shops
where they sell useable stuff… except those in Kent.
I came home to an email. The geo-feds had given me the
thumbs-up for my adventure lab idea, and had scheduled it to go live tomorrow.
So flushed with success I spent the afternoon preparing four more of the same
sorts of thing.
And once “er indoors TM” had
gone bowling I looked at four more for my old stomping ground in Hastings.
I’m really hoping this rain will stop soon.
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