An old friend got married
yesterday. I can vaguely remember there being some talk of a wedding
a while back. But the memory is very vague - if there was any talk it
was a long while ago and I'd forgotten all about it in the meantime.
It came as something of a surprise this morning when I found out
about the wedding. I had a text message from a miffed friend who was
also surprised by the news. In a typical sign of the times the
announcement was received via Facebook.
There are various
theories about weddings. There's no denying that they aren't cheap.
And certainly they are for the people getting married. And if people
want a ceremony just for themselves then that is entirely their
choice and I respect it. But I still feel that I would like to have
been a part of what happened yesterday. After all the chap's been
quite a major part of my life for a long time and he has featured on
quite a few blog entries over the years.
And so to work. I stopped
off at the farm shop to get some veg (well, it is on the way).
Whilst there, I thought I'd get myself a chocolate frog for my way
home. I do get a bit peckish when on the 10pm finish. They didn't
have any chocolate frogs but they did have chocolate Milky Bar Kids.
I quite like white chocolate, but I would have preferred a chocolate
frog.
Finding myself driving to
work in daylight (a novelty these days) I found myself looking
for places where I might hide geocaches. Three phone boxes are
obvious candidates for future hides. Mind you I can't help but wonder
how long phone boxes will last. Only the other day Lacey asked what a
phone box was all about.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered. Being on a late finish I didn't get to go along. Usually in
such circumstances I would go home to an empty house. But not today.
I came home to find the pestilential pup fast asleep. He looked up
and wagged his tail when he saw me, and slowly dragged himself out of
his basket. All very cute.
I then spent a few
minutes clearing bone fragments from everywhere. My Boy had been
round with a lamb bone for Fudge, and he'd chomped the bone to
destruction. His jaws are quite powerful. My other grand-dog's gob
isn't quite so strong - as "Daddies Little Angel TM"
has found out. Whilst she playing tug-o-war with him, Sid let the
rope go, and "Daddies Little Angel TM"
now has a black eye. Unfortunately photos are not forthcoming.
Meanwhile some Italian
scientists have been found
guilty of manslaughter. The so-called experts led the public to
believe that a predicted earthquake wouldn't be anything to worry
about. So the public didn't worry, and a major quake hit. People
died. The crux of the matter was summarised in something the Daily
Telegraph wrote: "At the heart of the case was a question
of whether the government-appointed experts gave an overly reassuring
picture of the risk"
There is a school of
thought that the scientists are not guilty of manslaughter because
earthquakeology is not an exact science. There is another school of
thought that if so-called experts don't actually know what they are
talking about then they shouldn't talk about anything. The general
public believe experts; and if so-called experts are making
pronouncements which they shouldn't then they are undermining the
entire concept of science.
There was a lot of
discussion on the Internet about this topic. As usual I'm in a
minority of one. Perhaps I'm too close to the subject of scientists
being held accountable for their mistakes. But why is it fine for me
to be crucified whilst it's fine for everyone else to stuff up?
Not that I'm bitter or
anything...
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