Despite (or perhaps
because of) over six hours sleep with CPAP nozzles up my conk I
woke shortly before 6am with a rather sore nose.
Over brekkie I started
watching the second season of "Game of Thrones"; I
still can't work out what "Blondie-dragongirl"
brings to the plot other than her two impressive attractions (which
she flops out with entertaining regularity). But it passed a bit
of time whilst I scoff my toast. With toast scoffed "Furry
Face TM" moved from his basket (where
he was sleeping) and jumped onto my lap (where he carried on
sleeping).
As I drove to work the
morning's news on the radio wound me up. There was a spokesman from
the National Association of British Midwives (or whatever they
call themselves) who claimed that the latest Government directive
was a wonderful thing. The most recent advice
for mothers-to-be is to have their babies in midwife-led centres
or at home because (according to the latest research) the risk of
complications is just the same as having a baby in a hospital, and
the implication was that these were cheaper than traditional
hospitals.
The radio then wheeled
out another expert (I didn't catch who it was) who claimed
that this same research actually said no such thing. This chap argued
that this report showed that there was actually double the risk of
serious harm to newborns and mothers delivered in midwife-led centres
or at home compared to those born in hospital wards. The
Government-sponsored pundit experts then glossed over the details of
this report, and tried to rubbish his critic; all the time seeming to
be oblivious to the fact that having babies is a dangerous game.
Clearly no one had told him that mothers to be are not interested in
dry Government reports; people just want what's safest for all
concerned.
I have no idea which of
the two theories was right or wrong; all I can say is that if I am
going to do anything with the potential of being life-threatening
(like having a baby) I'd rather do it in the general vicinity
of lots of medical assistance. And as for having a baby at home...
anyone who advocates that has clearly never seen a baby being born.
It's a messy process.
(Over the next few
months I will have something of a vested interest in the subject of
squeezing littluns out).
And then my piss really
did boil about the news that many fraud trials are about to collapse
because barristers claim they aren't getting
enough money to make it worth their while getting off their arses
and rolling into court.
Apparently the judicary
are up in arms that because people can't afford barristers and
bearing in mind that legal aid won't stump up, many people are unable
to get competent legal defence when accused of crimes and
misdemeanours.
I could see that the
pundits were missing the point here; the point being that the whole
judicial system clearly needs a serious review and shake-up so that
it is actually available to the average man in the street. We need a
scheme which doesn't necessitate being beholden to over-paid
wig-wearers that none of us can afford.
As it was on my way I got
some petrol from Morrisons in Canterbury (which is once more
slightly cheaper than Ashford's cheapest) and then went on to
work. I say "work"; perhaps I could have put myself
out more than I did. Mind you, there's no denying that in the last
week or so that I have been getting more sleep I've also been a lot
more tired during the day.
Sax practice went
reasonably well. I've got to get better at slurring notes (when
required); teacher says I'm rather lax on that issue. I started
on two new tunes today; I'm reasonably happy with the start I've made
on "Joshua", but "Yankee Doodle"
needs more work. After forty minutes squawking away in the car park I
realised I'd actually given myself jaw-ache. I don't know it that is
good or bad in sax-playing circles.
Home, and I walked "Furry
Face TM" round the park. It looked like it
had rrained heavily; theere were puddles everywhere. But it stayed
dry for us; it was a lovely evening.
Then it was on to the
Admiralty where the talk was of which lady sci-fi actresses had
maintained moral standards, and which ex-Cylons had "flopped
them out for artistic reasons". I was shocked. I was even
more shocked as we watched old episodes of "Doctor Who";
as I've mentioned before it's not a show which has really stood the
test of time.
Oh, and Binks made
himself confortable on the laptop...
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