I slept through until after nine o’clock this morning.
I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet. Nothing much had changed
overnight. Or had it? My Facebook feed needs looking at. Take this morning for
example I got endless adverts from Temu trying to sell me mis-advertised crap (which
I then report as fraud). I saw loads of gibberish about why atheism is
silly and why the Earth is flat from feeble-minded simpletons who sadly don’t
realise just how stupid they are. I was told about who was having a birthday
today, and (with over seven hundred Facebook friends) I had updates from
three of them. One’s cat had a birthday, one had been to a card fair, and one
was saying how foggy it was.
Surely others had done something yesterday?
Sadly I’d left it a tad late to get the dogs to the woods, so I piddled about on my lap-top. I wrote a reference for one of my ex-trainees. He’s asked me for help as I’ve known him for years and because I’ve experience of what he’s facing; being up before the professional regulator (it ain’t nice!). The chap’s been accused of taking drugs in the workplace, of making racial slurs and of putting broken glass in other people’s lab coats. Did he do it? I can’t say that he didn’t because I don’t have absolute proof that he didn’t. All I can do is write a letter to the adjudicating committee saying that I would find that very unlikely and out of character. Will it help him? Somehow I doubt it. But that’s our legal system, isn’t it? Our regulator operates on the legal principle of “balance of probabilities” in which a panel will decide that a fact is proved if they think the incident is more likely than not to have occurred. Someone makes allegations and someone else decides who to believe. It’s a long-established principle of law and has been used for years. Sadly it’s not a foolproof system; obviously those making the decisions are far more likely to listen to people with official standing and rich lawyers. It’s how small children are taken away from their mothers. Not that I’m bitter…
I looked at the Dog Club money… it’s a bit of a shambles. Bearing in mid we ask for two quid per dog, how can we end up with an odd fifty pence in the pot? And how can people put on the register that they are paying by cash when I’ve already taken the pot home?
I Munzed. I Wordled from “taken” to “first” in three goes. I Meowdoku-ed. I’m now in the Bronze League (whatever that means), got dressed and set off to work.in a bit of a sulk This is now the fifteenth weekend that I had worked out of the last twenty. I don’t really mind going in at the weekends, especially on a day like today when we needed extra help. But having arranged to see family this weekend (what with people travelling miles for a get-together) I had a bit of sulk. I had hoped to see a gaggle of aunts today.
I got to work, I did my bit. As I worked so my phone beeped. Out Munzee guild had reached the first of our monthly targets. Result (!) Work was rather better than it might have been what with the new computer.
And with my bit done I came home again. There was fog forecast, but it was nothing like as bad as the fog had been on Friday night.
“er indoors TM” had boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching Mr. Bean on the telly. What with the scaffolding blocking the satellite signal we’re restricted to the apps on the telly itself. But there’s still far more choice than we can cope with.
Bit like me, really…
Surely others had done something yesterday?
Sadly I’d left it a tad late to get the dogs to the woods, so I piddled about on my lap-top. I wrote a reference for one of my ex-trainees. He’s asked me for help as I’ve known him for years and because I’ve experience of what he’s facing; being up before the professional regulator (it ain’t nice!). The chap’s been accused of taking drugs in the workplace, of making racial slurs and of putting broken glass in other people’s lab coats. Did he do it? I can’t say that he didn’t because I don’t have absolute proof that he didn’t. All I can do is write a letter to the adjudicating committee saying that I would find that very unlikely and out of character. Will it help him? Somehow I doubt it. But that’s our legal system, isn’t it? Our regulator operates on the legal principle of “balance of probabilities” in which a panel will decide that a fact is proved if they think the incident is more likely than not to have occurred. Someone makes allegations and someone else decides who to believe. It’s a long-established principle of law and has been used for years. Sadly it’s not a foolproof system; obviously those making the decisions are far more likely to listen to people with official standing and rich lawyers. It’s how small children are taken away from their mothers. Not that I’m bitter…
I looked at the Dog Club money… it’s a bit of a shambles. Bearing in mid we ask for two quid per dog, how can we end up with an odd fifty pence in the pot? And how can people put on the register that they are paying by cash when I’ve already taken the pot home?
I Munzed. I Wordled from “taken” to “first” in three goes. I Meowdoku-ed. I’m now in the Bronze League (whatever that means), got dressed and set off to work.in a bit of a sulk This is now the fifteenth weekend that I had worked out of the last twenty. I don’t really mind going in at the weekends, especially on a day like today when we needed extra help. But having arranged to see family this weekend (what with people travelling miles for a get-together) I had a bit of sulk. I had hoped to see a gaggle of aunts today.
I got to work, I did my bit. As I worked so my phone beeped. Out Munzee guild had reached the first of our monthly targets. Result (!) Work was rather better than it might have been what with the new computer.
And with my bit done I came home again. There was fog forecast, but it was nothing like as bad as the fog had been on Friday night.
“er indoors TM” had boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching Mr. Bean on the telly. What with the scaffolding blocking the satellite signal we’re restricted to the apps on the telly itself. But there’s still far more choice than we can cope with.
Bit like me, really…
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