After a fairly
decent night's sleep I got up to find my little dog was still snoring. I
abluted and gave the beer barrel a bit
of a scrub, then settled down to brekkie. I watched an "All New South
Park" episode which didn't feature any of Stan, Kyle, Cartman or
Kenny, but did have Dick Dastardly and Muttley. And there was a Canadian
version of Penelope Pitstop in the Queefmobile too.
As I watched the
telly my dog watched me. Hopefully. He's not been up at brekkie time much
lately, but today he saw off the crusts from my toast before settling onto my
lap for some grooming. He likes being combed.
I set off to work,
and my piss boiled as I listened to the radio. The NHS is having yet another radical shake-up
to save yet more billions of pounds. The pundits on the radio were interviewing
some NHS big-wig who was talking about the expensive mis-use of hospital
services and was saying that it would be a far better use of resources for many
patients to be seen in the GP surgeries.
It strikes me that
moving patients from one health care location to another isn't going to save
any money; the hospital bill might be less; the GP bill will be more. Perhaps
the "experts" might look at why people go to A&E
departments rather than GP surgeries.
Is it perhaps
because you can *always* get seen in an A&E department? You might
have to wait, but you will get medical attention. But if you phone your GP,
more often than not you will be told to bugger off and try again tomorrow.
Perhaps A&E
departments could learn from GP surgeries?
I stopped off on
the way to work in the hope of being first to find a new geocache. I'd had an
email yesterday saying that a cache would be placed at 5am this morning. It's
unusual to get prior notice of the things going out, but this one looked as
though it was going to be on my journey to work. It would be daft not to have a
look-see. Mind you I was expecting the worst when I read the cache's web
page: "This cache is special, so
if you want to find it you have to be accurate and act smart! A big surprise
awaits the first one to find it! The cache will be placed at 23/10/2014 5:00am.
Stand in the given coordinates and hear... To find it you'll have to follow the
music! The container is a small taper-ware well hidden. Be cautious! Good luck."
I'm not a fan of
caches with descriptions written in such poor English, but I thought I could
have a go at being accurate and acting smart...
I soon found
myself at a communal rubbish tip where there was no music. All I could hear was
the noise of nearby traffic. After fifteen minutes the bin men arrived.
I gave up. There
is only so much hunting "taper-ware" that one can do.
I kept an eye on
that cache's web page - as the day went on others reported that they too had
had a listen (as well as a look) to no avail. This evening came the news
the thing hadn’t been put out at all… I’ve
squealed to the Geo-Feds.
I did my bit at
work, and at lunch time I did my best with "The Drunken Sailor"
and "Greensleeves". I got a round of applause from the
schoolchildren walking along the nearby footpath. I expect they intended it sarcastically,
but I took a bow anyway.
Being Thursday I
went from work straight to saxophone lesson. The lesson went well. I have graduated
from drunken sailors. This week (whilst still wrestling with “Goose on the
Razzle”) I have been assigned “Amazing Grace” and the introduction to
“Baker Street”
And talking of
things musical, Alvin
Stardust died today...
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