After another restless
night I was up and about well before 6am. Having spent a little while
puzzling puzzles I've now solved all the astronomical puzzle series
I've been looking at. I then went on-line and applied for a new tax
disc for the car. Doing it on-line is far less painful that mucking
about in the post office. I would have shared brekkie with my dog,
but he didn't seem interested in toast. Since he got a large bone a
week ago he's not really shown any interest in any food other than
his bone.
To work - a wet mucky
morning so unlike yesterday. As I drove I listened to the radio.
There was very little of note. The talk was all about who would be
the next manager of Manchester
United football club. I can't help but wonder if the BBC had got
their priorities right. After all who really cares about a silly game
of football when there is so much else of note in this world.
The Russian
troop build-up in the Ukraine increases and the world has
completly ignored the fact that the Russian
takeover of Crimea is now complete. The UK Independence Party has
apparently resorted to outright
racism in its election campaigning. Science has figured out how
to cure faulty genes and has cured hereditary
illness in laboratory mice. And today was Earth
Day.
But none of these
warranted air time because the fortunes of some football club was
apparently more important.
I popped into Morrisons
for the makings of lunch. I thought I might get a pair of tweezers to
replace a set I gave away at the weekend. After all they are only
cheap things. Or so I thought. A couple of months ago a pair of
tweezers in Morrisons was forty six pence. Today the same thing was
two pounds. Inflation in action!
And so to work where I
did my thing. I saxed at lunch time; I'm now convinced I'm doing
something wrong as the squawking sound is getting worse. And with my
thing done I came home and walked "Furry Face TM"
round the park. He tried to fight a bus on the way, but was
completely oblivious of the remote controlled racing car shooting
across the fields. I got chatting with the lads whose toy it was;
they say that the makers claim it goes at over fifty miles per hour.
The clans gathered this
evening for another dose of Merlin. Good stuff...
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