I woke with something of
a headache this morning. It got worse as I had my morning scrape. I
then settled down to a lonely breakfast as my dog was still asleep.
I still cannot get my
head round the fact that he is not a greedy dog. Every other dog of
my acquaintance has been a gannet; wolfing down any food. My
Patagonian Tripe-Hound is not at all like that. He is very fussy
about what he eats. if he doesn't like something he makes it plain
and simply doesn't eat it. That twenty quid I spent on the bargain
Trophy pet food was money down the drain; and much of the tinned food
I buy him goes to waste. Sardines however he hoovers up in seconds.
Over the last few weeks
"Furry Face TM" has been more and
more reticent about sharing the crusts of my morning toast. Last
weekend he would only lick the marmalade off; and now he won't even
bother with the toast at all.
Over brekkie I watched a
couple of episodes of "Family Guy"; the SkyPlus box
seems to be recording them at double the rate I can watch them. It's
amusing enough, but like all American TV shows I have the distinct
feeling that I am missing half of the jokes.
In a novel break with
tradition the pundits on the radio were talking sense for once. There
are calls for people to be charged
to be seen in hospitals Accident and Emergency departments.
Apparently one such
department has announced that twelve thousand people accounted for
two hundred thousand A&E consultations; with some of these
malingerers presenting over four a week (every week) with
absoluely nothing wrong with them.
The idea is that people
hand over money before they are seen by medical staff, and if they
are truly unwell then their money is refunded. In theory this will
discourage time wasters. And it would save money; maybe even generate
a little income to hospitals. And perhaps it will make the
time-wasters realise there is nothing wrong with them.
Interestingly as I drove
home the bleeding hearts were on the radio complaining about this
proposal. Apparently it discriminates against those who are so stupid
that they cannot distinguish between a fart and rectal cancer (!)
The radio also had
mention about possible
cuts to the Environment Agency There was consternation about this
as there was concerns about funding of flood defences; something
rather dear to many people at the moment as the country slowly sinks
under the waves. There was a politician (of some sort) being
interviewed who seemed to think that the private sector might do more
to help with the nation's flood defences.
Personally I can't see
how a privatised sea wall or shares in the Thames Barrier would work;
but what do I know?
I did my bit at work, and
came home a little earlier than usual. We had time for a quick walk
so we went round teh block, with my dog barking at pretty much
everything and anything. Once home again I wrestled the carcass of
the old dishwasher out of it's hole and (with some help)
dragged it into the front garden.
Matt came roound, and we
made plans for the birthday party. There is a birthday party in the
offing; if any of my loyal readers haven't had their invite in a week
or so so remind me to send it.
We then had our Tuesday
gathering; albeit with somewhat reduced numbers. With no "Merlin"
discs to hand we watched old episodes of Star Trek. You can't
go wrong with a bit of the old final front ear...
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