I had a bit of a restless night. Is a good night’s sleep so
much to ask for? I got up and put some apricot jam on my toast. I can’t say I’m
overly keen on that stuff. And as the dogs all slept I had a little look at the
Internet.
There was quite a bit about Prince (at the moment)
Andrew and how he’s living in a mansion rent-free. The masses are up in arms
about this… but the truth of the matter is slightly different. He paid a
million quid up-front when he moved in, then spent a further seven and a half
million quid doing the place up. There was an interview with the people who look after crown estates on the
radio yesterday when they said that when they drew up the arrangement they felt
that they had the best side of the deal… but admitted that that was before he
turned out to be a sex offender. If he is. Don’t get me wrong… be might well
be, but I don’t know for sure. According to British justice an individual is innocent until proven
guilty. On the one hand there’s allegations against Prince
Andrew, on the other he claims he didn’t do it. Obviously (as Mandy Rice-Davies once said) “Well,
he would, wouldn’t he”, but this is today’s justice isn’t it? The rights
and the wrongs are secondary to the picture painted by a media keen to increase
its circulation to increase its profits. And the masses just go along with what
they are told.
After all look at all those postmasters who went to prison for supposedly fiddling the Horizon
computer system (which they didn’t). Initially everyone hated them
because the papers told them to… until the papers all said they’d done no
wrong, then everyone loved them.
And then the fish tank light came on. Eventually. It’s on a
timer and more and more the thing has a few minutes flickering before doing
what it should. I suppose I should bite the bullet and get a new one, but I am
nothing if not incredibly mean.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Pogo
arrived. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” had an errand to run
this morning and I’d suggested that Pogo might like to come on our morning
walk.
We went down to Orlestone and walked for two miles. We did
what used to be our standard walk back in the day when I used to take Pogo,
Treacle and Fudge there, and Pogo remembered every twist and turn of the trail.
As we walked Bailey was noticeably better than she often is. Admittedly she did
wander further than any of the others, but she only once went what I thought
was too far, and she immediately came back when I whistled.
Bearing in mind how much rain we’ve had lately and how that
place is a swamp for much of the year, I was amazed at how relatively dry the
place was. No one needed a bath when we got home.
The dogs all settled; I got changed and set off to work. I
took a rather circuitous route to hunt out a geocache; I’m easily amused. The one
I hunted today took some finding. What with a restless night, dog walk and
geo-hunting I was worn out by the time I started work, but I had a good shift.
There was cake.
On the flip side there was torrential rain all the way home.
The journey home from Pembury is bad enough on a bright summer evening. Let
alone in the dark with the roads like rivers.
This rain is supposedly in for a couple of days. I’d been
having high hopes for the weekend…
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