Another good
night’s sleep marred only by getting up to find that “Furry Face TM “ had had a little
accident overnight. He did look incredibly embarrassed about it. I wouldn’t
have thought a dog could look embarrassed, but my one can do it rather impressively.
Over brekkie I read that petrol prices are
again falling. This seems odd to me. A little while ago when petrol prices were
going through the roof we were told that his was due to instability in the
Middle East (where much of the petrol
comes from). But the denizens of the Middle East are still bombing seven
shade of sh*t out of each other and petrol prices are falling.
The real reason for the rise and fall of
petrol prices is actually nothing to do with having to pay people danger money
to work in a war zone. It’s to do with the futures market. I’ve always been
vaguely aware of it, but this morning I looked a little further into the
matter.
Basically the futures market is a scam in
which those with money make promises to buy and sell stuff at future dates.
They will buy fields of crops before the seeds are even sown; sell all sorts of
manufactured goods before they are even made. And play all sorts of silly
beggars with oil prices whilst the stuff is still underground. Consequently
prices of petrol (and all sorts of other
stuff) rise and fall seemingly at random.
And we all meekly go along with it…
I took my dog for
a walk; we went up through Bowens Field and along by the river where various
workmen are cutting down all the trees by the river. There was some sign about
flood defences; I suppose they know what they are doing. I would have thought
that dredging might have been a better idea. We carried on to Singleton Lake
where I did a little research for my latest geo-project.
We came back home
through Viccie Park where OrangeHead was holding court with a gaggle of
cronies. “Furry Face TM “ fought with the dog of her chunky little
friend for a while and then we came home.
On Tuesday I spent
much of the day making a Wherigo. For no adequately explained reason in the
meantime the thing has packed up and died, so I spent a few hours today trying
to breathe life into its corpse. I *think* I’ve succeeded; I shall have
a little test tomorrow and find out.
It’s amazing how
much time you can lose in a Wheri-project. Before I knew it the day had gone,
and it was time for sax lesson. I had intended to have had a little tootle
before the lesson today, but time had run away with me.
I went along not
in the best of frames of mind. Of the three exercises I’d been set this week I
was only really happy with one of them. One wasn’t working for me at all, and I
just can’t do anything with a chromatic scale. But sax lesson went well; it
usually does.
I then came home
and spent a rather dull evening ironing some shirts. It’s only two weeks till
Christmas. I’m not feeling it this year..
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