I went to Morrisons last
night on the way to work. I got the limescale removing stuff. But
they didn't have any Doctor Thunder. Disaster!! Instead I had to
rough it with Morrisons fruit berry drink.
There's no denying that I
sulked during last night's night shift. I like Doctor Thunder. Mind
you the taste of Morrisons fruit berry drink brought back intensely
strong memories of Boys Brigade camps from nearly forty years ago. I
wonder why that should have been.
As I worked I listened to
the radio. There was an interview with Margaret Hodge who is head of
the Government's Public Accounts Committee who was very vocal in her
demands that Rona Fairhead, (the head of the BBC Trust) should
consider resigning or should be sacked because of revelations about
her role at HSBC. Apparently Ms Fairchild gets paid half a
million quid a year for working for HSBC and is embroiled in a
scandal in which the bank supposedly helped rich people evade paying
tax. She was accused of being "either incredibly naive or
totally incompetent".
I have no idea of the
details of the case, but it made for a very entertaining squabble in
the middle of the night.
There was also an article
about the "Status
Quo Bias". It was notable if for no other reason that
the average person doesn't really like change, and this simple
statement was dragged out for half an hour.
Then there was a couple
of hours of infant's school singing programs. It was at this point
that I resorted to Queen's Greatest Hits on You Tube.
Some nights I quite like
listening to the radio; other nights I'm grateful I have work to do
which takes my mind off of the radio.
I did my bit, I was glad
to see the day shift arrive; I came home. I immediately took "Furry
Face TM" for our walk. As we went he tried
to fight with dogs ten times his size, tried to get jiggy with dogs
five times his size, and (when off the lead) made a right
nuisance of himself with any poor dog still on a lead. Somehow he'd
evaded my hawk-eyed surveillance, so once home it was bath time to
get rid of the fox poo.
With him bathed I set
about unblocking the bath plug-hole. The water's been draining
somewhat slowly. The plunging made some odd sounds from th drainpipe
which passes through the toilet room, and "Furry Face TM"
wasn't happy about that. As I watched "Extant" so he
guarded the chod-bin, periodically barking at it, and (occasionally)
trying to bite it.
The trouble with night
shifts is you are up all night. It can be tiring. I was in bed by
11am an despite my dog declaring "Red Alert" twice
during the day I slept for five hours.
I got up to find him
still guarding the lavatory; I wonder what the attraction is?
I'm off to the night
shift again now...
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