I’m not the most patient of people; particularly when it
comes to death. Someone I know’s father died a month ago, and they were still
ranting about it on-line this morning. I don’t want to appear heartless, but
everyone dies. And the older someone is the more likely it is. Is it *really*
that much of a surprise when someone in their eighties (who was never a
health freak anyway) passes? Or am I just being uncharitable (again)?
And my piss boiled rather spectacularly when I saw that my
professional institute had sent me the shortlist of this year’s annual awards.
The trouble with singling out an individual and praising them for what a
wonderful job they have done is that it automatically belittles everyone else
doing exactly the same job. Someone with whom I once worked received praise and
accolade for providing blood in an emergency situation. Nothing that everyone
else doesn’t do on a regular basis, but one was singled out for praise and an
award. I emailed the awarding committee pointing out how many family events and
parties I and others had missed to keep the service going… I never even got a
reply.
Not that I’m bitter, but I get the distinct impression that
these sort of awards don’t so much go to those who do the best job; they go to
those on good terms with those who love the paperwork that goes with these
awards. Take our local vets surgery for example. There are annual national
awards for people in the veterinary field, and our local surgery always has
people nominated and shortlisted in every category. How likely is it that they
have quite so many national champions working in one small place?
I try to be positive, but sometimes the Internet does wind
me up.
I munzed, and then had a minor fight with Wordle. Starting
with smile gave me absolutely nothing. Frown gave me two letters in the wrong
place. Roach was no further help. So I gave up, got dressed and had a little
look in the garden.
Disaster.
When I’d put the cover on the small pond last night the
water nozzle must have been lying against it. This morning about a third of the
water had drained away. I ran out the hose and topped it up, and had a little
squirt round the plants whilst I was at it.
And then I came in and sat down. My back was hurting. It
does that a lot these days. I carried little Darcie for quite a bit yesterday
afternoon. And for all that my back hurts, I’d do it again right now if I
could.
We had a cuppa and I had another look at Wordle. From Roach
I went to burro, and then finally got success with turbo.
Once we were all ready we went up to the woods for a walk.
We took a shorter route than usual, but still three and a half miles. I need to
watch Treacle more as we walk; she is definitely finding it more and more hard
going. She needs lifting into the car at the end of the walk these days, and
jumping in at the start is clearly becoming a struggle.
We came home. I had a scrub at Bailey (with soap!).
She will roll in fox poo. I wish she wouldn’t.
I did the ironing, then
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather good bit of dinner
which we scoffed whilst watching episodes of the 1% Club. Have you
ever seen it – I found myself judging people for being so stupid for being
unable to answer the silly-easy questions… right up to the point where I couldn’t
answer them.
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