Another bad night. I got to sleep quickly, but “er
indoors TM” and the dogs came up
shortly after. Treacle settled; sadly Morgan and Bailey decided to have a
pitched battle. And once they finally shut up and I nodded off again I found
myself in a nightmare in which I was trying to force-feed ham sandwiches to the
American ambassador.
I got up at five o’clock, made toast, and once I’d
watched an episode of “Derek” I sparked up my lap-top and peered into
the Internet. The Artemis II took off last night and is now on its way. And not
a lot had happened on Facebook overnight, which was probably for the best. I
posted out birthday wishes to the two Facebook friends having birthdays and got
ready for work.
I set off up the motorway only to find the "Operation
Brock" stupidity was back. Here's a thought. Last year our Reform UK
councillor said that Reform UK would be putting a stop to Operation Brock. I
wrote to him and in his reply he was crystal clear that Operation Brock was a
thing of the past. Hasn't happened, has it? And they put the council tax
up when they said they wouldn't, but that's another rant.
As I drove (at about forty-three miles per hour)
the pundits on the radio were talking about the Artemis II launch. For all that
I'm excited about it, the rocket went up, and that was it (for the moment).
It could be announced in about fifteen seconds; they did go on about it at
length without actually saying anything.
I think there was some talk about how the world is
lunging into economic disaster; the so-called expert brought on to talk about
it couldn't speak very good English and so the five minute interview was
frankly incomprehensible.
And there was talk about ex-Prince Andrew who's still
in trouble and is going to be interviewed by the rozzers again.
I stopped off in Sainsburys for a sandwich. I got a
couple of bottles of beer whilst I was at it. The self-service till said I had
to be age-checked. You'd think the machine's camera which films the entire
process would be able to tell I was old enough to buy a bottle of beer,
wouldn't you? The moody old bat who had to get off her arse and come over to
press the "he's old enough" button made no secret of her
displeasure at having to get off of her arse. I've mentioned her before. She
really shouldn't work in any customer-facing role. She clearly hates the
general public and never speaks, though occasionally there's a bad-tempered
grunt *if* she's in a particularly good mood.
I went on to work. Today was an extra day - I'd
offered to help out with the new IT system. In order to test the thing we
need to have created various dummy patients on the system. Personally I use
"KIRK - Captain" as my test patient. Others use "FROG
- Kermit The" or "POTTER - Harry"... Occasionally someone
will use "PATIENT – Test”, but I don’t hold with such normality
There's probably something that a good psychologist might make of this.
For all that I whinge about Operation Brock, my
journey home today was easier than yesterday’s. Yesterday I had to emergency
stop to avoid the cars reversing (without looking) out of farm tracks,
the cars coming head-on at me on the wrong side of the A262, and the cyclists
randomly blundering all over the A28. Today I just set the cruise control and
kept going in a (more or less) straight line.
One home I gathered up the dogs and took them down to
Orlestone where we had a good walk. We didn’t roll in anything, or wallow in
anything. We did find a dead squirrel, but it was that rank that no one wanted
to carry it.
And with walk walked we came back home where we did “FEED
THE FISH”. I harvested another bumper crop of dog dung, and had a fight
with Microsoft Copilot. I asked it to make a picture of Captain Kirk, Kermit
the Frog and Harry Potter sitting in a hospital waiting room. It refused
because that would be a breach of copyright. So I asked it to make a picture of
a man in a Star Trek uniform, a frog and a boy with glasses sitting in a
hospital waiting room and it produced the picture above. Go figure.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more episodes of “The Hunt: Prey vs Predator”
which has taken a novel twist. For all that it is effectively a game of chase, there’s
only one in the chasing team capable of speeds in advance of a brisk walk.
I’ve got a day off tomorrow (it’s a Bank Holiday).
I’m not liking working these extra days…
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