Over brekkie I watched
Steve Coogan in "Saxondale"; it's a new series to
me; I quite like it. After that I caught the end of an episode of
"Smallville". It looked quite interesting. It's a
series I've meant to watch, but this one was episode seventeen of
season nine, so it's hardly surprising I had no idea what was going
on.
Yesterday was a lovely
morning; this morning was grey, overcast and raining. As I drove to
work I listened to the radio. The news was full of doom and gloom.
The war
in the Middle East drags on; a truce has been called, but for how
long will it last?
The big televised
debate about Scottish independence apparently descended into
something of a squabble with neither side being particularly
outstanding in its presentation. Mind you the take-home message from
the televised debate has to be that you couldn't follow it on-line;
apparently the Scottish IT servers weren't up to the
demand.Prophetic, perhaps?
Leading medics are
suggesting that well people in their fifties (ahem!) should
take
aspirin regularly "just in case" as a
preventative measure.
Personally I'd rather
take as few medications as possible.
Work was rather traumatic
today; we had the inspectors in. This was a bad day for one of the
trainees to announce that she suffered
from peladophobia - the fear of bald people. Surprisingly enough
she wasn't scared of me - she hadn't realised I was bald. In fact the
only slap-head in the place. She hadn't realised that.
I did my bit, an early
start made for an early finish, and me and "Furry Face TM"
were soon round the park. We met a new dog on the park's dog circuit;
a three month old springer spaniel named Winston. Winston was being
walked by a small girl (aged about eight) who apologised to me
when Winston tried to hump Fudge. "He does that all the time"
she told me. Without really thinking I commented that it was a boy
dog thing. As quick as a flash she asked why was it that only boy
dogs did that. Seeing that there was no hole to swallow me up I
smiled sweetly, made some excuse, and hurried off as quickly as I
could.
Once home I took the top
box off of my car; it won't go through a barrier I'm going to drive
through on Saturday. I've always said that the car's top box isn't so
much heavy as awkward; it was heavy enough to make me wish I'd got
some help to put it away. I think I might have pulled something...
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