I'd had a really good day out with my beloved and Furry Face yesterday. It must have taken more out of me that I realised because I spent most of yesterday evening nodding off in front of the telly. I hate that. And what makes it worse is that having wasted an evening being barely able to keep my eyes open, I went on to wake at 2.35am and then saw every hour of the rest of the night.
I
got up before 6am and went downstairs to find a certain small dog was
absolutely dead to the world. He too must have found yesterday
draining. But he did drag himself out of his basket and sit with me
over brekkie.
I
popped myself on the scales - my weight is slowly creeping up again.
I need to watch what I'm eating. I think having bought a job lot of
curly-wurlies from the cheapo shop might be taking it's toll despite
all the walking I'm doing. Mind you I can definitely see muscle
definition on Fudge - the walking is doing him some good.
And
so to work. The day was rather cold, and the radio had talk of snow.
Which seemed odd as Ashford was clear. But as I drove to Canterbury I
noticed that cars coming the other way had snow on them. Some had
quite a heavy covering of snow on them. And the closer I got to
Canterbury so the heavier the snow was - laying a couple of inches
deep in places. I decided to take no chances and stopped off at the
petrol station.
Whilst
I drove there was some utter
drivel on the radio. Apparently there are good and valid reasons
why women shouldn't go to prison. I dare say there might be, but the
pundits on the radio were making a very poor show of explaining the
reasoning behind this latest crackpot scheme. As one of the pundits
shrieked into the radio I could just imagine a picture of a
stereotypical dungaree-clad shaven-headed aggressive-peace-protesting
activist. She was ranting that women shouldn't go to prison because
they are women. No more (apparently) needed to be said; the
reasoning was something to do with the (so-called) fact that
because this harridan had shrieked it, the statement was therefore a
self-evident truth. Furthermore anyone who couldn't see the logic was
either stupid or male. Or probably both.
I
don't know why they have this sort of twit on the radio - it does no
good to the feminist movement. Perhaps that's the very reason why
they have this sort of twit on the radio...
Another
twit on the radio was wittering about the success
of the UK independence party. I say "twit" - the
chap was actually talking sense. It's rather worrying that UKIP are
enjoying serious successes in various elections when they don't
actually seem to have any policies on any subjects at all other than
the vague implication that they will be sending everyone who can't
prove their Britishness back home on the next banana boat.
Even
it's founder has been quoted as saying of the party: "It's
got nothing to say on mainstream issues, nothing sensible".
It's a very sad and worrying sign of our times that narrow-minded
jingoism is a vote winner. Have we learned nothing from the lessons
of history?
I
parked up at work just as one of my colleagues was parking. Her car
was thick with snow. She'd come from Whitstable where the snow was
very bad.
I
did my bit at work, spending much of the day alternately looking out
of the window and checking the weather forecast. Yesterday had been
a bit cold, but it had been a fine day for being out and about. I
would not have wanted to do the amount of walking we did yesterday in
today's weather.
Mind
you as the day wore on so the snow was washed away by the rain. I had
been hoping for a respite from the rain - everywhere I walk in the
countryside is thick with mud at the moment, and today's rains will
just make it worse.
As
I drove home this evening the radio had mention of the fireball
seen across several states in the USA. It would seem that this
was quite an impressive sight. And the pundits were right for a
change - there are a lot of space rock thingies up there. Many are
small enough that we won't see them coming. But big enough to make a
dent.
Another
space rock thingy that we haven't seen coming is Comet Pan-Staars. I
am now going to formally declare that this comet has had its chance
and has blown it. Originally billed as a "once in a lifetime;
lighting up the sky" comet it got downgraded to "visible
for half an hour at dusk with binoculars if you know where to look",
and ended up not actually being seen by anyone. Which was a shame
really. I'd make it publicly known that were there a bright comet
visible to the naked eye this year I would eat the astro club's
raffle. And two weeks after Pan-Starrs supposedly brightest is
Easter.
I
had been hoping for one or two Easter eggs in this month's raffle.
Eating Easter eggs is how one eats a raffle...
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