Perhaps it was the
excitement of a cheeky First to Find last night; I don't know why,
but for once I slept well. I woke shortly before five o'clock, and
over brekkie I watched the "Family Guy" take on the second
Star Wars film. Last week I watched the first of these and was
disappointed. I watched the second today and wasn't expecting much
and so wasn't disappointed. Mind you I wasn't enthralled either.
And I got my toast all to
myself; my dog woke too late this morning. I told him to look on this
as a lesson in life: you snooze - you lose.
I don't think he
understood the concept though.
It was foggy as I drove
to work, and as I drove my piss boiled. There was talk on the radio
about match
fixing in professional sport. Don't these people earn enough
already without having to supplement their over-generous incomes with
bribes to throw matches? In the same way that the TV soaps are
scripted (and I suspect much of the reality TV shows), is all sport
fixed too?
Meanwhile the media again
undermines the morale of the health services by claiming that people
are waiting around too long in
ambulances on arrival at hospitals. Perhaps some people do have
something of a wait from time to time. Perhaps there might be a valid
reason for this. After all hospitals are busy places. There aren't
always beds immediately available. If there were the media would be
running with allegations of how wasteful such a practice would be.
Perhaps the media might
do the nation a favour by not undermining the National Health Service
quite so much?
I stopped off at
Morrisons for some shopping. I needed peppermints. Fifty four pence a
packet or seven packets for two quid. I now have enough mints to
last a while.
Once at work I did my
bit, and gloated at my colleague who'd arrived for the early shift
only to find she was on the late shift. That sort of thing is always
very funny all the time it is happening to someone else.
I then had a text from
the people who organise my house insurance. My policy was about to
run out and could I contact them urgently. I did so, only to be told
that their computer sends out texts like that when the mood takes it.
They wished it wouldn't do so; my insurance was fine. I thought it
was as I'd renewed it with them only the other day.
This isn't the first
computer generated text which has had me flummoxed though. The vet's
computer did much the same sort of thing a few weeks ago. Perhaps
this is just the start of the rise of the machines? Let's hope not...
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