This morning’s petty squabble on Facebook was whether
you should use cash or cards to pay in a pub. Some chap was using the name of a
pub in Cheshire as his Facebook identity and was being rather opinionated.
Sadly (like many opinionated people) he was factually wrong on many
points, and wasn’t at all happy when someone else claimed that his bank charges
him to pay cash in, and that payments in cash and card cost him the same
amount. I suppose this bloke was playing to what he saw as his target audience,
but in doing so was alienating a lot of other people. I had a look at the
Facebook profile of the pub whose name he was posting under… Oh dear. More St
George’s flags than sense… Am I being judgemental?
We got Alexa to play Radio Ashford as we do every
Saturday. I’d forgotten that Steve was away. His stand-in wasn’t the same. Whoever
it was didn’t actually speak. I quite missed the “Guess The Lyrics” and
the Mystery Year competitions.
I Munzed, got Wordle (fritz – seriously?) on
the sixth attempt, and we got ready for Dog Club.
As we drove we came past the new McDonalds which has a
banner outside saying that they are recruiting. Over the road is the
Territorial Army who’ve also put up a banner saying that they are recruiting.
But the Army’s banner says that their uniforms are better.
They’ve probably got a point.
Dog club was much the same as ever. About fifteen (I
tried to count; they wouldn’t stand still) dogs ran riot and chased balls
and shared treats. It’s such a simple idea, but one which works so well. Bailey
seemed to have a better time than she did last week. Last time she was cold so
she wore her coat today. Morgan wore his coat but kept whimpering until we took
it off. He perked up then.
We came home for a cuppa and to count up the dog club
money. And I had a bit of a sulk. As I’d scoffed toast I’d seen a new geocache
had gone live on the way to work. That would break my journey up this morning.
But whilst we were at Dog Club someone else had beat me to it and got First to
Find. It looks like my streak of getting a First to Find every month is about
to come to a crashing end. There are two schools of thought about being First
to Find. Personally I like to find one each month, and having found one I then
ease up and give everyone else a chance. Sadly everyone else disagrees and sees
nothing wrong in having the lot for themselves. Neither side is right or wrong…
I suppose that it really is every man for himself.
But that doesn’t stop me sulking.
I did a few chess puzzles, played the bot at chess (with
variable success), and got ready for work.
Bailey wasn't happy that I was going out without her.
Despite a good session at Dog Club she was definitely asking to go out for a
walk. I left “er indoors TM” with
that task and set off work-wards.
I drove up the motorway listening to "From
Our Own Correspondent" on the radio. "Our Own Correspondent"
was corresponding from Palestine. It was alleged that for all that much of the
world now
recognizes Palestine as a state in its own right, the average Palestinian
would much rather that much of the world just left them alone. I can sympathise
with that. I turned the radio off and sang along with Ivor Biggun songs as I
drove through the rain. Bearing in mind the weather forecast gave a zero per
cent chance of rain, there was an awful lot of rain going on.
I got to work. I'd been sulking about going to work,
but it was dull and overcast outside, and cold too. I don't mind working when
it is like that. And for all that I was on my own for much of the shift, I
quite like being able to crack on and do the job. Not that I’m going to be
doing it for a little while – I’m now having a little holiday…
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