Despite a particularly
vivid and disturbing dream in which "Furry Face TM"
had been replaced with a mentally sub-normal air-breathing flying
goldfish I slept reasonably well. My dog got up with me and helped me
eat my toast as we watched Reggie Perrin's "Grot" empire
grow from strength to strength.
As I checked my emails I
saw a new geocache had gone live about a mile from work. Time was
pushing on but I thought I'd chance my luck. It would have been nice
to have had a bit more time to play silly beggars before work; I
would have had more time had everyone else going to Canterbury this
morning got a move on. I'm not advocating driving like a lunatic, but
surely one could go faster than thirty five miles an hour in a sixty
miles an hour zone? Also why did the car in front of me keep stopping
in the middle of the carriageway (seven times) for absolutely
no reason?
I got to the designated
place to park for this geocache at 8am, and I had half an hour to get
on with it. Being a five part multi I knew I would be lucky if I
found it. I tried, I got all the clues; but I was not lucky - I
couldn't find the cache itself.
So I went to work in a
bit of a sulk. As I arrived I walked through the hospital's out
patient's department as I do most mornings. I rarely mention work,
but today I saw something of note. There was a little old lady and
her husband in the out patients waiting area. both swigging from a
hip flask they were sharing.
That's where all the
money goes in the NHS. There's no denying I like a drink myself, but
at 8.40am whilst waiting to see the doctor?
Interestingly once at
work I got an email from the chap who'd hidden the cache that I
couldn't find. He seemed worried that I couldn't find it. I wasn't
worried; I explained that for all that my cache find number is high,
some days I can't find my own arse with both hands. Nevertheless he
wanted to go out to check the thing for himself as he thought that it
might have gone walkabout (they do sometimes). He did so, and
emailed me back to say that despite another person logging that they
couldn't find it either, I had been in the right place and it *was*
there - I had missed it.
I was intrigued by this;
so much so that I abandoned my lunchtime sax practice and went to
have another look-see. After half an hour I found the thing. It
wasn't small, I have no idea how I missed seeing it for so long. But
I found it, and got a First to Find into the bargain. Happy dance.
I went back to work
feeling decidedly more smug than I did this morning. I did my bit at
work, and then came home again. It was a hot afternoon to be driving
home; I was very glad I'd shelled out to get the car's air
conditioning fixed last week.
As I drove the pundits
were discussing the day's news. The conviction of Rolf Harris was
getting a lot of air time. Personally I was amazed to hear that Rolf
was guilty; I'm still not sure that I believe it. And now loads of
other people he allegedly abused are coming
to light down under . Interestingly many complainants arern't
taking their allegations to the police, but to compensation lawyers.
"Operation
Yewtree" was then discussed at length; specifically has it
worked? Has it brought sex offenders to justice? And if so, at what
cost? Seventeen arrests, two convictions, fifteen innocent good names
destroyed.... the implication was that if one guilty celebrity is
brought to justice then it doesn't matter how many innocents are put
through the mangle at the same time. After all, if they weren't
guilty then "Operation Yewtree" wouldn't have
accused them in the first place. Apparently!
Our system of justice
isn't what it might be.
They are now
investigating allegations about Leonard
(Reggie Perrin) Rossiter who has been safely dead for thirty
years.
Once home we had a quick
dog walk, and then I looked at the astro club's account. Twelve quid
more than we should have. Woops!
And beiong Tuesday the
clans gathered for the last ever episode of Merlin. It had been a
good show; a shame to see it come to an end now...
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