After yesterday's walk I
had something of an early night last night and was sleeping like a
log when at 3am a certain dog declared "Red Alert". I went
downstairs to see what was the matter. He was pacing up and down the
kitchen; I let him out. He then must have woken most of the
neighbourhood with his barking.
Having woofed himself out
he finally went back to his basket, curled up and went to sleep.
I went back to my pit,
but didn't get back to sleep. I got up shortly before 6am and looked
at the geo-map hoping it might have changed overnight. Today is "Pi
Day" - if you write out the day's date wrongly you get
3-14-15 which is the start of the mathematical constant Pi. Because
hunters of tupperware like these numerical oddities there is a
special e-souvenir for anyone who goes out and finds a geo-puzzle
today.
Having solved (and
found) most (all) of the local ones, and being on a twelve
hour shift meant that there weren't any of these puzzles left for me
to get with my limited available time today.
I hoped someone might
have put one out between Ashford and Canterbury overnight; no one
had.
There are a couple of
dozen puzzles I might have collected today, had I not needed to be in
Canterbury for 7.30am. So that's one e-souvenir I resigned myself to
not getting.
I drove to work via the
petrol station. In the week I met a right misery-guts in Morrisons;
this morning I met another at the petrol station. This sour-faced
harridan was reading the newspaper as I tried to pay for my petrol.
She didn't even look up as she announced how much I owed for the
petrol. I commented that I also had some shopping I wanted to pay
for. She sighed loudly and made it quite clear that turning away from
the newspaper was a major inconvenience to her.
Just to stir things a
little I told her that whilst her petrol was cheaper than anywhere
else, her sandwiches were vastly overpriced. She didn't actually say
"whatever!" but that was her implication.
I then drove to
Canterbury with a van from Menzies
distribution trying to drive up my bum the entire way. At no
point was this van less than ten yards from the back of my car. I
found their phone number (0844 742 4003) and complained. Like
the sour-faced harridan in the petrol station they didn't care
either.
As I drove I listened to
the radio. My piss didn't entirely boil, but it did simmer somewhat.
German
Muslim teachers are now allowed to wear their hijabs in the
classrooms. Canadian
defendants aren't allowed to wear them in court. British
councils are to be allowed (once more) to start their meetings
with prayers.
Am I the only one who can
see a problem here? We have the ability to transplant a living heart
from a recently deceased person into a dying person to save their
life. We can send space probes to other planets. We have built a
globe-spanning computer network. And still silly religious trivia is
seen to be important.
I got to work, did my
thing, and came home to find my dog-cam has arrived. It's a shame the
instructions are too small to be read. I need to find a magnifying
glass...
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