Feeling rather rough last
night I took myself off to bed shortly after 8pm last night. I slept
like a log and woke feeling bright as a button at 2am. I then tossed
and turned before finally giving up and getting up shortly after 5am.
I then watched more
"Dominion"; a rather fit ArchAngel has appeared on the
scene. Not entirely unlike "Sir BigTits" who
featured in "Merlin"; the ArchAngel Uriel is "on
the woof! side". And the fact that she'd chop your head off
as soon as say "Good Morning" is certainly a result
(in my world).
The morning's news struck
a chord. After what was once imagined and then hoped to be some
isolated incidents, there is to be a review of how the investigations
against medical professionals are conducted when allegations are made
against them. Am I entirely wrong in thinking there is merit in the
"innocent until proven guilty" philosophy? It's apparently
come as a surprise that firstly being wrongly accused and then
secondly not being believed by anyone has been having a rather
stressful effect on medical
professionals who have been accused of things they didn't do.
Many have been driven to
suicide, and others have been known to lose a third of their body
weight with the stress of it all...
The pundits on the radio
were blaming the "go sue someone" culture. And
rightly so.
(This last paragraph
doesn't seem to be quite as unbiased as it might be...)
I stopped off at
Morrisons for some bits and bobs. In the queue at the checkout I was
chatted up by a rather attractive young lady who was telling me that
the vast quantities of sweeties was for her pupils; she was a
teacher. I smiled sweetly. My mother warned me about talking to
strangers.
And so to work where the
BBC were in the department filming an article about the success of
the apprentices we've been training. It's just possible I might have
been seen on the evening's telly. Wouldn't have been the first
time...
At lunchtime I had
saxophone practice. What with the next two Thursdays being Bank
Holidays I skived a little on my practice. Rather than doing the set
piece, I mucked around playing other bits that I knew I could play
reasonably well.
Seeing how the last
Friday of this month is Boxing Day, tonight was astro club. We had a
social meet-up which featured a quiz. Despite a rather (very)
disappointing turn-out we had a good time. My team (just me - Team
Billy-No-Mates) managed a respectable fourth place out of seven
and I'm sure I would have got higher had the question-masters ever
heard of Stoater; which is actually one of the lesser-known moons of
Uranus.
To convey my disgust I
flicked peanuts at them. Judging by the amount of peanuts I swept up
at the end of the evening I must have had a lot of disgust to
convey...
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