Not a bad sleep compared
to nights before the CPAP machine; but bearing in mind the walk we
did yesterday I would have expected a better night. Mind you "Furry
Face TM" seemed to be feeling it; he
didn't stir from his basket when I got up, and he made no attempt to
scrounge the crusts from my toast.
Over brekkie I watched
more "Game of Thrones"; after a dubious starrt it's
getting better. Mind you I don't see how far they can take the story
if they will keep killing off the main characters.
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. There was an interview with a correspondent
who was out in the jungle with the international search for the
hundreds of children abducted by the extremist
group boko haram. There were fears that these children will be
sold as wives to uneducated savages and wouldl be little more than
slaves. I really thought that slavery would have been abolished
internationally by the twenty-first century. I
was wrong.
However as the day wore
on so news of half of these children emerged. Just over half have
been filmed; apparently having now subscribed to the superstitions of
their captors. These girls are now hostages to be exchanged for
convicted murderers and terrorists.
Mind you no news has
emerged of the rest of the children. There is speculation that these
ones are not kow-towing to their captors and consequentlly will be
sold into slavery.
And so to Morrisons. The
queue for the automated check-outs was growing. Purely because only
one person was operating a till; a dozen other manned till stations
were empty. Self service checkouts are the way forward apparently.
Not only are they cheaper than paying someone to take your money,
they are allegedly becoming better at spotting
potential shoplifters.
Now this is what I
expected the future to be; high tech, not barbaric.
Lunch time sax practice
went well; but there's no denying that I'm getting bored with Daisy
and Smokey. Once home I took "Furry Face TM"
round the park where we met a nut case. Originally I thought he was
doing sparring practice; but as I got closer it was apparent that he
was having a full-on fight with an invisible opponent; said invisible
opponent seeming to be getting several good blows in. I watched for a
couple of minutes, but the fight was so uneven; the one I could see
was having his arse handed to him on a plate.
After a rather good bit
of tea I popped round to the music studio for sax lesson. My
fortissimo isn't quite as forte as it might be. But I seem to be
making progress.
I then set about "Furry
Face TM" and the washing machine. Being
the twelfth of the month one needed monthly descaling and one needed
monthly flea treatment. I hope I did the right procedure to the right
one..
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