I wasn't feeling on top
form last night and took myself off to bed at ten o'clock. I woke
with a splitting headache at three o'clock and was up having my
morning shave shortly after. I tried going back to bed, but dozed
fitfully until "Furry Face TM"
decided I should be up shortly before eight o'clock.
I got up to a relatively
empty house; er indoors TM" had been
ordered away on chaufferring duties. Over the half of my brekkie that
my dog didn't eat I had a little look-see on the world of social
media. It would seem that the date of the astro club's winter social
has been changed, as has the venue. Perhaps this is God's way of
telling me to get my arse in gear and swap my shifts so I can
actually get along to the committee meetings that have been planned
months in advance. And written on my calendar even though I don't
look at the thing.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for his walk. I forgot myself and
we went round to the park. Fortunately the runners weren't there this
morning. To compensate for this I met a silly old bat who had a go at
me for having a "non neutered dog" off of the lead.
I assured her he's been done. She assured me he hadn't. I picked up
my dog and asked her to point out his "flowers and frolics",
and I pointed out the scar from where they used to be. Silly old bat
harumped at me and marched off in high dudgeon.
I suppose "Furry
Face TM"'s shagging her dog hadn't helped
matters. Fortunately OrangeHead and her chunky little friend were
pleased to see us. I didn't mind their dogs jumping up to see me, and
they know "Furry Face TM" (and
his ways) of old.
We carried our walk round
the to Singleton Lake, and then called in to see Lacey. The plan for
today had been to take Lacey swimming. But she'd spent the night
being sick so I contented myself with just spending half an hour with
her and bandying insults with "My Boy TM".
On the way home we met up
with OrangeHead (minus dogs and chunky little friend) at the
bus stop in Bond Road. That was nice.
Whilst waiting for er
indoors TM" to return I put the telly on.
There was an advert which *really* boiled my piss.
Compensation dot com...
No one (and I mean *NO ONE*) goes into any medical profession
with the intention of doing a shoddy job. Unfortunately mistakes do
happen. The sooner we as a nation realise this the better.
Our current compensation
culture is fundamentally wrong. The more that honest mistakes are
persecuted, the less inclined anyone will be to work in a "caring"
profession.
And people wonder why we
as a nation have to recruit such a high proportion of our health care
professionals from overseas because no one wants to work under the
constant threat of litigation.
And then the day dragged.
With lots we could have been doing I expected er indoors TM"
to be home shortly after mid day. She got home at seven pm.
If I had known I could
have made plans of my own. But the evening made up for the dull day.
A good curry and we watched a new (to us) series - "Him
and Her". It was rather good - if you like that sort of
thing. WHich I do...
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