I spent another night under the duvet (as opposed
to on it) and slept much better. But as Albert (Einstein) famously
remarked, everything is relative. I was still wide awake by four o'clock. I got
up at five o'clock and watched an episode of "Orange is the New Black"
then got ready for work.
Yesterday I'd managed to park outside the house so I
didn't have to go far to find the car. I drove round to Sainsbury's to get some
petrol, then headed west-wards to Pembury. As I drove there was only one set of
temporary traffic lights for me to negotiate. That was a result. Perhaps the
people who do road works are on holiday for the summer, much like the
government. The pundits on the radio were talking about how the Prime Minister
has called a Cabinet meeting for today. Apparently this is unheard of when
Parliament is in recess; they knocked it on the head last week, and don't
intend to turn up for work for another
five weeks.
Nice work if you can get it. One wonders exactly who
runs the country until they roll back in. Personally I would have thought that
the committee that is in charge of the UK would be meeting at least twice a
week every week (as a bare minimum), but what do I know?
This morning the pundits on the radio were
broadcasting from outside Buckingham Palace where the England women's football
team were due to be staging a victory parade later today in honour of their
having just won the
Euros. With bands from the armed forces marching with them and providing a
musical accompaniment, it sounded very much like the country was gearing
up for the sort of celebrations that would normally go with winning a war.
In fact the vicar who was wheeled on to blether the "Thought for
the Day" platitudes actually said that international sporting events
were "war without casualties". Mind you she also said a lot of
other stuff too; all seemingly made up on the spur of the moment. Why not give it a listen? You
wouldn't believe how many nonsensical disjointed non-sequiturs were bodged
together in such a short period of time this morning. It must be wonderful to
be a vicar - you just spout drivel safe in the knowledge that no one actually
listens to what you are saying.
Am I wrong? Have you *ever* paid attention when
some religious-type starts pontificating?
There was also criticism
of Nigel Farage who would seemingly have illegal immigrants drown rather
than be picked up by the life boats. Apparently since he made his claim
that the RNLI was being used as a “taxi service” for illegal trafficking
gangs, enquiries from potential lifeboat volunteers have quadrupled and
donations to the RNLI have gone up thirty-fold.
Mind you he's not alone in his dislike of the illegal
immigrants. It wasn't that long ago that the lifeboat at Hastings was prevented
from being launched to help them.
Meanwhile science has found aliens. Again. Not just
conspiracy theory crackpot internet drivel, but proper scientists this time. It
would seem they (the aliens, not the scientists) are on course to
invade, with the actual invasion planned for some time in late November or
early December. That will be something to look forward to, won't it? Borg or
Daleks... Personally I'm hoping for Borg. Not that either would be an ideal
outcome, but I'd rather be assimilated than exterminated.
Either way, it would be a right pisser just before
Christmas, wouldn't it?
I did my bit at work. Originally I wasn't supposed to
be in today, but what with one thing and another work was a tad short-handed
today, and I was asked if I could step in to the breach. For all that I might
whinge, I don't mind helping out really. It goes with hospital work. If you
don't want to be asked to help out at odd times and short notice, you really
need to go work somewhere that periodically puts up a "Closed"
sign.
And then I drove home again. I've always said that
whilst I like working in Pembury I hate going there. Some see that as a
contradiction, but it is a true statement. I quite like working there. But the
journey to and fro is a pain in the glass. It is less than eight miles more
than my journey to Maidstone, but even allowing for "Operation Brock"
stupidity I can get to work in Maidstone half an hour quicker than it takes me
to get to work at Tunbridge Wells. One journey is a simple drive up the
motorway; the other endless stopping and starting along country lanes. But I
get to listen to the news on the radio. It's as well that I quite like
listening to the news, isn't it?
I spent much of the day in a reflective frame of mind.
Having thought about it , why would any aliens invade? It would be quite a bit
of arse-ache for them.
Presumably they would do so because they want our
planet and all its resources. But you'd think that aliens ain't stupid; you'd
think they could see we've got atom bombs and could put up a fight if they
tried to invade. The sensible thing for aliens to do would be drop loads of
rocks on Earth to stir up cloud cover, kill off loads of plants, and with the
plants gone, animals (including humans) would soon follow. Aliens would
be daft to turn up looking for a straight fight, wouldn't they?
But however it pans out, Object 3I/ATLAS (the aliens
space ship or rock) is seven
miles across. Science has seen it. It’s on a par with what put paid to the
dinosaurs and it is travelling far faster than most comets, asteroids and other
space-rock-thingies. Perhaps they are going to just drop a humungous rock on
us...
I wonder if they will.
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