I might have had a decent night (for once) had
the dogs settled. But they didn’t, and so I didn’t.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. Quite a few
people were commenting about how they’ve now packed up work for Christmas. One
friend had posted “One more sleep”, and another said that he wasn’t back
at work for three more weeks. Is it too late to question my career choices? Not
that I’m really feeling at all Christmassy this year.
And having done a course with the OU last week my
Facebook feed was inundated with adverts for the Open University.
I got Bailey’s lead on her whilst “er
indoors TM” rounded up Treacle and
Morgan. For all that they love their walks when we get there, they aren’t keen
to get up in the mornings.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking
about how President Trump is
suing the BBC for five billion dollars because of their story in
which they claimed he’d said various things by judiciously editing tapes of
what he’d actually said. One of the so-called experts who’d been wheeled on
said that Mr Trump would settle for an up-front payment of ten million quid,
but if the case went to court it would cost probably five or ten times that
amount even if the BBC won. So it would be cheaper all round just to pay up. Justice,
eh? But this is nothing new, is it? Over a hundred and thirty years ago Jerome K Jerome once said that if someone came
up to him and demanded his watch he’d fight them for it, but if they threatened
to take him to court to get his watch he’d hand it over on the spot and think
he’d got off lightly.
There was then talk about whether the country can
afford the BBC. Another so-called expert was wheeled on to say that the BBC
can’t begin to compete with the commercial stations because they have so much
income… and then started banging on about how the BBC was having Jane Austen Day today, and you don’t see
Netflix doing that. Presumably because there’s no money in doing so?
We got to the woods where we walked a different walk
to our usual one. I’d been told that two of the geocaches I’d hidden there had
gone missing so we went to have a look. One had gone; one was still there.
We had a good walk; it was muddy though.
After either four and three quarter miles or five and
one quarter miles (depending on whether you listen to my phone or my watch)
we were back at the car. We came home where once I’d bathed the dogs I had a
little wipe round and clean up in the bathroom and loo. It’s amazing how the
dust accumulates when you aren’t paying attention.
I put some washing in to scrub, got Wordle (segue?)
on the last attempt and had a phone call from the optician to say that I was
due an eye test. They seemed surprised that I’d had one a couple of months ago.
I had a spot of lunch, then cracked on with the
ironing whilst watching some episodes of “This is England”.
I wrote up some
CPD, then watched more episodes of “This is England”
in which many of our heroes did the dirty deed without removing their trousers;
let alone undercrackers.
“er indoors TM” came
home with Pogo (who’s up for a little holiday). She’d had her works Christmas
do and had brought me home a posh mince pie. Four hundred calories…
We had a rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst
watching the semi-final of “Game of Wool”. When I was a lad my mum,
grans and all my aunts used to be constantly knitting things. How times change…
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