Not a bad night's sleep
last night, but with an alarm set for 6am I was wide awake from 5am.
I got up, had a shave, and watched "Dad's Army"
(they don't like it up 'em) and then "Toddlers and
Tiaras." All rather mindless viewing for silly o'clock on a
Sunday morning.
I then had a little look
on-line. Not much of note had happened overnight in cyberspace. I
had a naive hope that there might be a new geocache going live on my
way to work for which I might chase a First to Find. At 6.30am I had
an email about a new geocache. To get to work I drive sixteen miles
east; this new one was sixteen miles west. Then two other emails came
in about new caches in Hastings and Dover. Oh well....
As I drove to work the
Sunday morning radio was... difficult to describe. More religious and
spiritual than on most days; I'd call it "all about Sunday
Stuff". There was some crackpot proponent of some half-baked
religion who was talking about one of many wars raging in the Middle
East. I've mentioned before that here's always wars in the Middle
East. This crackpot was wittering some frankly ludicrous theory that
because wars in the Middle East are religious in nature then they are
somehow acceptable. How does that work. Wars for territory or
political reasons can usually be argued out reasonably. Religion is
many things, but its very nature is beyond reason.
The next item had me
baffled. The (heavily accented) speaker was wittering on about
the proliferation of "footbags", and how so many
people rely on them,. The suggestion that unscrupulous people take
advantage of footbags was pooh-poohed as (apparently) most
people feel shame when using a footbag. After ten minutes of being
utterly confused I finally realised they were talking about "food
banks".
You would think the BBC
would employ radio presenters who could spead clear English, wouldn't
you?
I got to work, did my
bit, and spent much of the day looking out of the window at the
torrential rain. I don't mind working at the weekends really; I
really don't mind working at the weekends when the weather is bad.
The day soon passed, and
I came home again. Even though it was 9pm next door was clanging on
their piano. I've found that when I blow my sax they take the
hint and shut up the piano. So I blasted away on the sax, and sure
enough the piano quietened.
And then I fell asleep in
front of the telly. Again...
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