A wet nose in my armpit
woke me shortly before 5.30am; not that I'm saying anything against
my perfect pup. I got up, abluted, and watched an episode of "Dad's
Army" I'd recorded onto the SkyPlus box. It's harmless
enough entertainment for silly o'clock on a Sunday morning; even if
they still don't like it up 'em.
It was just beginning to
get light as I drove to work; there was a surprising amount of
traffic on the roads at 7am. As I drove I listened to the radio. On
Sunday morning the talk on the radio was of a religious bent. On some
Sundays the talk can be quite spiritual and uplifting; today's' was
little better than half-baked claptrap. Apparently the Church of
England is reviewing the rules about whether those who have committed
suicide are allowed a full Church
of England funeral. Ecclesiastical thinking on the matter is
divided.
There was some fatuous
gasbag being interviewed who was adamant that those who had committed
suicide should not be allowed a church funeral because they had
committed a sin. At the same time this prat was quite happy for
extortionists and murderers to have church funerals. Apparently the
logic behind his position was quite obvious; doing ones self in is
(apparently) far more heinous in the eyes of the Lord than doing in
some innocent bystander.
(And people criticise
me for saying that religions shouldn't be taken seriously!)
I got to work; I had
rather a busy day. I did periodically look out of the window. It
might not have been the best of days outside; but it was far from the
worst. The weather would certainly have lent itself to a decent walk
somewhere.
Still, there's always
next weekend.
I came home; as I drove I
listened for a strange sound that my car has developed. I think
something's working itself loose under the dashboard. i'm not quite
sure what it is though.
Seeing the place was
dogger-free I stopped at a rather dark lay-by and had a look
for this comet. Apparently the thing is now fourth magnitude
(which means you should be able to see it with the naked eye. Clouds
got in the way this evening; but I've tried on two very clear
evenings over the last week and seen nothing.
Comets are crap.
Once home as I got ready
for a shower I realised I'd got my pants on inside-out. I'd spent
much of the day feeling something wasn't quite right; now I know what
it was...
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