There's no denying that I
like a drop (or two) of ale. there was a time when I would
shift gallons of the stuff. But more and more these days I'll go all
week and only have a glass of wine. Four pints of the dark stuff took
its toll; I did feel a llittle rough this morning.
I came down to find
everyone's favourite Poppet had tiddled on the carpet. I'm going to
give him the benefit of the doubt and put this down to "er
indoors TM" not chivving him outside last
night. Normally he's really good about potty things.
Over brekkie I checked
out social media. Nothing much had happened overnight. Young children
were using Facebook to share virus-loaded film clips, knob jokes were
abounding. "Same old same-old" really. Mind you I
did see that he chap who ran the Boys Brigade was having a birthday
today. He's eighty four. I can remember him in his prime; dynamic,
leading loads of youngsters into all sorts of mischief. Really should
meet up with him before its too late.
And I saw that a
cyber-acquiantance had spent the night in hospital with his young
son. The child was ill, and this chap had gone from the hospital to
his church's fellowship breakfast meeting where everyone was praying
for the child. How does that work? I *really* don't understand. God
can make the child better (if he wants to) but no one
questions God's possible involvement in the child being ill in the
first place?
I saw there was a
squabble on the Coursera web site's forum. Personally I have found
the workload on my current course to be a little excessive, and the
course organisers have slowed the pace. On a previous course the
organisers set the timetable of due-dates for assessments, and then
made all of the course material available. That suited me because I
could then truly work at my own pace. However in this course each
module is only released when the course staff are ready. I don't like
this; there are four modules left in the course. My schedule is such
that I could do all four modules in this coming week, but will
struggle to find time to do even one in the week after. I said as
much on their discussion forum.
When will I ever learn?
There is no such thing on the Internet as a "discussion"
forum. There are only sites where everyone makes bitter, nasty and
personal attacks on anyone who does not agree with them.
This morning part of me
wondered about going to the CITO. A CITO is a "cache in,
trash out" event in which hunters of tupperware get together
to tidy up an area. I've been to two of these things before and quite
frankly I'm in no hurry to go to a third.
The first was amazingly
well supported but I felt sorry for the organiser. The groundsman of
the place we were tidying was told he would have over fifty
volunteers who would do whatever he wanted. When fifty volunteers
turned up he went off like a stuck record about how many people there
were and how surprised he was, and then those fifty people watched
him work. Just at the point where most people had lost interest and
had buggered off, said groundsman hit on the frankly genius idea of
getting the volunteers to actually help him by doing stuff. Half a
dozen of us then broke our backs for an hour or so.
The second experience was
in many ways the complete opposite to the first. We arrived at a park
in North Kent and were given a black sack to fill with rubbish. We
then joined dozens of other people scouring one of the most pristine
parks in the county; if not the country. Nearly an hour's work only
found us three scraps of litter.
And both of these were
(as I recall) in seemingly sub-zero temperatures.
So instead we took
Grand-Daughter to the cinema. I'd not been to the cinema for some
time; we saw the new "Paddington"
film. I liked it... or did I? Without wishing to give away any
spoilers I think I cried more than I laughed.
From there we had
McLunch. I do like McDonalds, and we enjoyed our McLunch. In our
party we had two excited (but well behaved) young girls.
Several of the other parties there seemed to have wild animals. Do
decent people *really* allow their brats to run round
McDonalds, pausing only to shovel food into their maws before
continuing to race?
I would have liked to
have gone to the monthly cacher's meet which was taking place this
afternoon. But being on the night shift put paid to that plan. So as
"er indoors TM" set off to the
meet I went to bed. After a few minutes I heard the door go as she
went off, and I then felt a litttle thunp as my dog jumped onto the
bed. He shouldn't do that.
I'm off to the night
shift now...
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