I came downstairs (far too early) to find
Morgan pacing. I let him out and once he’d done his bit he went upstairs where
I could hear him pacing again. Once I’d lifted him past Treacle (who was
already on the bed) he soon settled. He’s funny like that; he’s absolutely
terrified of Treacle all the time she is higher than he is.
I made toast and watched another episode of “The
Man in the High Castle”. I quite like that show… and it has been making me
think. I realise it is a make-believe show, but the characters in the fictional
Japanese Empire and the characters in the equally fictional Greater German
Reich and the characters in the supposedly defeated America are all fiercely
patriotic about their way of life. From what I can see this is for no other
reason that they were born into that faction so it is inherently the right one
and everyone else’s is wrong. This isn’t a philosophy to which I can relate…
sometimes it bothers me that I am not at all patriotic. Don’t get me wrong; I
don’t dislike my home country but I *really* don’t seem to have the
unswerving loyalty to it which so many others seem to have.
I wish I knew why, and what I was missing.
I had a little look at the Internet as I do most
mornings. The Facebook page of a shop in Hastings Old Town commented that the
shop has been sold… The chap who runs that Facebook page has been incredibly
opinionated on social media over the last few months and year. I can’t help
wonder just how many of his potential customers he has alienated. I can
remember the chap who ran a little shop where I used to live where I used to
get rabbit food. I would listen to him chatting with customers supporting the
government of the day, and then five minutes later running them down with
another customer… The trouble with customers is that no two agree and you have
to keep them all sweet. Going on social media forces you to take a stance… and
in doing so alienate half your customers.
I saw an ex-colleague was having his birthday today.
Once someone with whom I spent a large part of every day, our children were
born about the same time, we’d go to the pub after work, we used to go to the
same social clubs… and now we no longer work together I’ve not seen the chap
for over fifteen years.
As I drove to work so the "Farming Today"
program was on the radio. There was a lot of talk about how the UK spends a
fortune importing expensive fertilisers from around the world, but no one being
interviewed had any sensible reason why no one goes round the UK's fields and
farms gathering up more of the cow shit which (so it was claimed) would
do every bit as good a job as the imported stuff for a fraction of the
price.
Someone's already wised up to this though - you can get the stuff in B&Q...
But from my personal experience there's quite a lot
more cow turds still to be had.
And then there was talk about how the Argentines want
the Falklands back and are agitating about it. It would seem that President
Trump has told them he would support them in the matter as he's sulking about
the UK not joining in with the war he's started in the Middle East. Not that
it's got anything to do with him. I can't see the UK giving up the Falklands
easily though. The UK invaded and re-took them not that long ago (and I
don’t remember the US helping that much then). The islanders want to remain
as part of the UK. And (the crucial bit) there's loads of oil round them to be had.
I got to work, sent the night shift home, Munzed and
Wordled, then cracked on with the early shift. I tuned in to Steve on the radio
and mis-heard the "Guess the Lyrics" competition. It sounded
like "love just like a diction now I'm hooked on you", but I
had no idea what that was. Sadly the the internet signal was rather squafty and
work got in the way of me listening. Work does that. I missed the Mystery Year
competition, to say nothing of missing Dog Club as well.
Being the weekend I treated myself to dinner in the
works canteen. The works canteen is rather good - two pieces of barbecue
chicken with chips and cherry pie with custard for a fiver. Can’t be bad.
With work done I came home. We had kebabs for dinner
and had a go on the Infinity Table. You can’t beat a bit of “Ticket to Ride”…
I won two out of eight games, and one was a draw so it wasn’t the utter rout it
has been in the past.
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