I wasn't especially late
to bed last night, but the gentle rythmic breathing of er indoors
TM" woke me at 2.30am. Her gentle rythmic
breathing was rather impressive. I eventually got up before 5am
feeling rather rough; last night I'd had a couple of glasses of rose
wine with dinner, and I woke with a rotten hangover that lasted most
of the day.
As usual I shared my
toast with "Furry Face TM". This
morning I watched two more episodes of "Triffids". I do
like the series but I have one niggle. (What is life without a
niggle?) At one point the two main characters have a
disagreement. Ten minutes lates the same disagrement arises, but with
the two protagonists taking up what had been the other's side of the
argument. There had been no change of heart; just a lapse of
concentration on the part of the scriptwriter.
I checked my emails - a
series of geocaches had gone live overnight. And they were only five
miles from home; in Kings Wood. I had time to look for one before
work so I went for what looked like being the easiest to get at. I
had a look for it... but the GPS wouldn't settle down, and there's
not much fun stomping about on your own in a known doggers' car park
half an hour before dawn.
I shall go back when
there is some daylight; it's amazing the difference being able to see
can make. It later transpired that other people couldn't find that
one either. If I had chosen another I might have got an FTF. Oh
well... such is life.
I carried on to work
listening to the radio. Yesterday I ranted about the proposed
Scottish independence. Today that topic boiled my piss even more. For
all that they pre-independence lobby wants Scotland out of the UK, it
still wants Scotland to remain part
of the European Union. How does that work? Giving up one union in
favour of another? I can't help but feel that a lot of it is pure
anti-English sentiment.I nterestingly the Spanish feel that if
Scotland leaves the UK is automatically leaves the EU by default and
should have a rather tricky time getting back in. Mind you the
Spanish have their own secessionists to worry about so I suppose that
in many ways they have a vested interest here.
Yesterday I was also
rather disparaging about the police. They do themselves no favours.
Today's news also told the sad tale of a chap who had been beaten and
burned to death because the local scratters thought be might
have been a paedophile.
The sad part of this
story is that these allegations were known to the police; had been
investigated and found to be false. And furthermore the unfortunate
victim had already highlghted his ongoing harrassment to the police.
Once at work I did my bit
and then came home again. Over a rather good bit of dinner we watched
episodes of "Come Dine With Me"; we have over sixty
episodes recorded on the SkyPlus box. Best get them watched...
And in closing it looks
aas though comet Ison has finally
fizzled out. I said it would...
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