I looked at the clock at
7am this morning and was rather amazed that I didn't feel as
miserable about having to go back to work today as I have been in
years gone by.
I got up, had brekkie and
checked out the Internet. After yesterday's political arguments there
was very little of note this morning.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for his morning constitutional
round the park. It was a bright morning; and for all that it was cold
I did see that many of the trees now have leaf buds on them. Spring
is on the way.
As we walked my dog
terrified several dogs ten times his size, then ran in terror from a
rather soppy-looking poodle.
We came home; I thought
about going on a geo-mission to Elham, but changed my mind. Instead I
set off directly to Canterbury. As I drove the radio was playing
"Women's Hour" with it's usual brand of man-hating
tirades. I would have thought that in this brave new world of equal
opportunities "Women's Hour" would have been a thing
of the past.
This morning the
opinionated harridans were shrieking about political inequality in
Northern Ireland. Apparently life is not fair for women in Ireland
because the women there vote for the politicians they want to vote
for. Would you believe that in this day and age the average
Irishwoman votes for the politician who advocates the policies she
supports?
The squawking harpies
felt this was wrong. Irishwomen should vote for other Irishwomen for
two reasons. Firstly because they are all women, and secondly because
they are not men.
I was glad to get to
Morrisons. As well as some fruit and jam I also got myself a CD.
"Number Ones of the Seventies" was something I'd
seen advertised and it made for far better listening than "Women's
Hour" did.
I got to work rather
earlier than I could have, and I stayed in the car park for half an
hour practising on my saxophone. I gave up when my music stand got
blown over for the umpteenth time. I then went in and did some work.
Only some; not too much.
I had another sax
practice at lunch time. The wind had backed off somewhat. "Star
Trek" is coming on nicely. The theme to Blackadder has too
many sharps for its own good.
I hate sharps and flats.
Why do we have eight note and then allow some (but not all) to have
sharps and flats (which are effectively different notes)? Why
not have fourteen (or fifteen) notes from A to L or M and be
done with it?
I don't know who it was
who came up with the way music is written down, but I think they
could have done a much better job of it. Interestingly
a little research came up with the name Boethius who (although
he was probably working on existing musical scores) allegedly
assigned letters to two octaves' worth of tones some time around 500
AD.
The fact that this chap
was later executed for treason is completely unrelated...
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