Another relatively good
night's sleep; perhaps this is to do with being back into a regular
routine? I had my brekkie all to myself as my dog slept through the
last episode or Pride and Prejudice in which Mr Darcy declared his
intentions and found they were no longer unwelcome to Miss Eliza
Bennett. The hussy!
My new walking shoes
have arrived. Half price through mail order from Cotton Traders; I
wore them towork today. They are quite comfortable. I wonder how long
they will last.
And so to work. As always
I listened to the news. The Thought for the Day section made an
interesting point about the impact of social media on schools;
apparently absenteeism is far higher in schools on Mondays than any
other day of the week. The reasoon for this being that schoolchildren
have all argued over social media all weekend, have all fallen out,
and don't want to face each other.
The news
about today's strike made my piss boil. Barristers and solicitors
are up in arms about the proposed cuts to legal aid. Without legal
aid the kind of people who qualify for legal aid can't get free
representation in court. This is a bit of a pain to the legal
profession because they have priced themselves beyond the pocket of
the average man in the street. i.e. me. Not that I speak from bitter
experience or anything.
In the same way that the
average punter can't afford his own health care or education and has
to rely on the state to provide it, surely the time has come to pull
the rug out from under the be-wigged gravy train and nationalise the
entire legal system.
Just as I arrived at the
work's car park my phone beeped. An email. A new geocache had gone
live five minutes walk from home. That was a pain. So instead I
played with my new
app. SpecTrek costs less than two quid, and is absolutely
brilliant. You use the GPS of your phone to track down ghosts, and
you use the camera of your phone to catch them. I spent an enjoyable
quarter of an hour chasing ghosts round the works car park; only
nearly getting run over three times.
I was so enamoured with
SpecTrek that I spent lunch time playing it as well; much to the
bemusement of colleagues who are actually younger than my own
children. What is it with youngsters these days - why don;t they want
to play silly beggars?
And so home where I put
the lead on to "Furry Face TM"
and took him to go look for that new geocache. We couldn't find it.
Now if it had been a ghost...
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