The CPAP machine isn't
the most comfortable of things to wear; especially when trying to
sleep eith it on. I took rather longer to doze off than usual last
night. But once asleep I slept through until after 4am which was
quite good really. I then took the thing off and slept "naturally"
until 5.30am. For a first attempt I'm rather pleased with the thing.
We'll see how tonight goes.
Over
brekkie I watched more "Ade
at Sea";
today Eddie was off the coast of Scotland on the isle
of Eigg.
I'd never heard of the place before. I checked my emails - I've
passed the on-line course I've been doing. I got a distinction for
"Internet
History, Technology, and Security".
I'm quite pleased about that.
To work a little later
than I might have gone. As I drove I listened to the radio. And again
I despaired for the world.
Crackpot extremists in
Nigeria have kidnapped
two hundred girls from their school; the reason being that their
religion doesn't think women should have any form of education
whatsoever.
These children have been
missing for over a week. As the worried parents said, it would be
difficult to conceal half a dozen children; let alone two hundred.
There must be a *lot* of crackpots complicit in this crime. The
latest theory for their prolonged absence is that the poor girls are
to be forced into arranged marriages. That too is acceptable to
certain gods.
This episode alone should
be enough to have this form of superstition banned.
There is
to be a by-election and the pundits on the radio were criticising
the leader of the UK Independence Party for his decision not to stand
as a candidate. Even though the chap openly admits that he has no
connection with the area, and that for him to do so would be nothing
other than a cheap publicity stunt.
It is a sad indictment of
our nation that with the government coalition parties unpopularity
and the Labour party still recovering from the debacle they made of
the economy, rampant jingoism appears to be a sound political
position.
Once at work I did my
bit. Sax practice went reasonably well. I think I'm getting to grips
with "Daisy, Daisy", and fortunately for public
morality I didn't see anyone in the car park "getting to
grips" with anyone else this lunch time.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park. He actually cried
in fear when a large Alsatian came up the path towards us. I wonder
what that was all about. As he's getting older he's getting more
cautious around bigger dogs, but to cry?
I then took the back
seats out of my car so I can get more luggage into the thing, and
with a bit of effort I got the top box onto the car single-handed. I
think I might have done something to my back whilst I was at it...
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