I suppose the road trip
to the West Midlands had taken its toll. I slept like a log last
night; not waking till gone 6am. I came downstairs quietly and found
my little dog soundly asleep in his cage. I let him out over brekkie,
and he sat on my lap where he scoffed the crusts off of my toast. I
should really stop letting him do that; during this forced inactivity
he's going to put on weight.
As I drove to work I
listened to the news. The ebola pandemic is getting to be a serious
concern now that the western world seems
to be being threatened.Perhaps next time those of us who could
actually help might do so sooner?
But (as is so often
the case) one of the most important issues went mostly
un-noticed. There are moves afoot to have smoking
banned in all London parks.
There was an interview
with one of the leading lights in the campaign to get smoking
banned. The same bunch are also campaigning to have fast food
establishments banned from being allowed to set up in the general
vicinity of schools. The chap on the radio actually said that they
are hoping to have no fast food outlet within four hundred metres of
any school because (apparently) it is an established fact that
the average schoolchild does not walk more than four hundred metres
from their school.
When I was a lad I used
to walk three miles to school every morning, and three miles back
home again in the evening. Perhaps reinstating walking to school
might go a long way to combat childhood obesity and would be easier
and simpler for the government than fighting with big businesses.
Once at work I chased up
the ENT secretaries about my proposed nasal re-bore. Finally I have a
date for the operation; November 4th. A little more notice to
re-arrange shifts would have been nice; and wouldn't have been too
unreasonable for them to arrange bearing in mind they've known about
this operation being pending for some months; but what do I know.
At lunchtime I had a sax
practice; what with trips to Brum, visiting baby and ill pups I've
let my saxing slip recently. I really need to get back on the case
there. Today's practice was somewhat iffy. Rather than playing low C
I think I nearly (but not quite) got the
Brown Note.
(For those of my loyal
readers who don't watch South Park the Brown Note is a musical note
so low in pitch that when anyone hears it they involuntarily sh*t
themselves to death)
This evening I really
should have gone to the astro club committee meeting. But I was
rather late home yesterday evening, and wasn't home at all on Monday
evening. I really wanted to sit with my poorly dog tonight; and
that's what I did. With "er indoors TM"
off out to one of the meetings of the association of certified
candlemongers I tried to explain to a sulking Patagonian Tripe-Hound
exactly why he's been imprisoned for the next six weeks.
I don't think he
understood...
Furry face is lucky to have such a caring and loving pop
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