Last night wasn't a good
night's sleep; a few months ago I would have been well impressed
having slept through to 4.30am, but in these new halcyon days of
positive-pressure-enhanced sleep 4.30am is a little early to be
waking.
My dog didn't stir as I
watched Reggie Perrin finally flip, and having checked out social
media and seen absolutely nothing happening in the world I set off to
work for an early shift,
As I drove the news
droned on in the background. It would sem that one half of the
denizens of the Middle East are doing their level best to
murder the other half.
It's terrible; it really
is. But I'm afraid that from the bitter experience of having listened
to the news for the last several years, that really does seem to be
how things are in the Middle East. So many people there seem
determined to kill each other (and anyone else within striking
distance come to that), and recent history has shown that there's
not much that can be done to stop them.
Realistically the Western
world needs to realise that forcing western values (of not killing
everyone else) isn't really going to work in this part of the
world.
The "World
Dementia Envoy" was whinging that research into dementia
has been
"achingly
slow"
with only three new drugs for the condition having been developed in
the last twenty years.
What does he expect?
Brain chemistry is a fiendishly complex area, and there are far more
easier profits to be made elsewhere. It's no good having politicians
making announcements that dementia will be cured within ten years and
then expecting the pharmaceutical industry to spend their money to
come up with the goods. In a field like this it needs public sector
commitment of cash, and that's not going to happen.
Talking of spending cash
in the public sector, and following on from yesterday's little rant
about overspending on health care, today there are calls from the
Health Secretary for the banning of boob
jobs on the NHS.
Not just boob jobs, but a
blanket ban on all taxpayer-funded cosmetic surgery such as breast
implants, nose jobs and tummy tucks. Makes sense - if anyone wants
(or doesn't want) epic tits then they can fund their own (or
the removal of them) themselves.
That should save a few
bob. Following on from yesterday's little rant the NHS is now back
within budget.
And so on with work. I
didn't tell the boss I've solved the firm's financial worries; I
don't like to overstep the boundaries (any more). I did my
bit, and at lunchtime I blew on my saxophone. As I did I had a
revelation. I'm sure the accomplished musicians among my loyal
readers are well aware of the fact, but in music sharps and flats are
different things. I've only really today made that conscious
realisation. It has explained several bum notes along the way. Now
I've only got to figure out how to get a sharp or a flat out of the
sax.
And so home. As I walked
"Furry Face TM" round the park I
thought I felt my walking shoe was't right. I bought a pair of waking
shoes in March. After a few weeks the soles split. I was given a
replacement pair free of charge, and after another few weeks this
pair has also split.
This time I'm getting a
refund...
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