My little dog seemed
rather subdued this morning, but not so subdued that he wouldn't eat
half of my brekkie. And having scoffed my toast for me he curled up
on my lap and snored whilst I tried to watch "Day of the
Triffids". It's an old series first shown on the BBC
thirty-odd years ago, but I like it.
And so to work. You would
think that anyone cycling on a main road (which has no street lights)
half an hour before dawn would have lights and wear reflective bright
colours. No? Well, I would have thought that. The two cyclists I
nearly mowed down disagreed with me on that matter too.
As I drove I listened to
the radio. The
latest development in the campaign for Scottish Independence
amazed me. An independent Scotland will apparently retain the pound
as its unit of currency. How on Earth can they try to be independent
of the rest of the UK when they will have their financial matters
dictated to them by the Bank of England? Isn't the shambles of the
Euro enough of an example?
And there was an
interview with the leader of the UK Independence Party who was being
questioned about his views on the Prime
Minister's announcement that anyone immigrating to the UK will
not be entitled to any benefits from now on.
For all that our country
shouldn't be handing out benefits willy-nilly, it was rather worrying
that narrow-minded jingoism was clearly seen as a vote-winning
political policy.
I stopped off in
Morrisons for some fruit, and then after having done my bit at work
(and comparing notes about tattoos) I came home again. The
radio was staging a debate about the role of the police in society.
Should they be law enforcers or should they be guardians of public
morality? Arguments were advanced for both points of view. For myself
either would do. But in my experience currently they do neither.
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