Over brekkie I watched
"Are You Being Served". Following getting his
blow-tickler shut in the stock room door, Captain Peacock was kicked
in the men's department. They don't write them like this any more;
which is probably for the best.
I was a bit disappoijnted
with what I read on social media this morning. I find out much of
what's happening locally from a group on Facebook. But the South
Ashford Community Forum is abandoning social media in favour of
their own website. I like to see what they are up to when it's in
amongst my Facebook feed. But there's no denying that I won't be
making any effort to follow their website; life's too short to take
the trouble
As I drove to work the
radio spewed it's usual brand of news-related drivel. Little was
memorable today, but the platitudes spouted on "Thought for
the Day" stuck in my mind. Usually when there's a Islamic
Imam or a Jewish Rabbi they seem to talk reasonable sense. However
Christian vicars seem to spout stark nonsense, and today's vicar was
no exception. His meandering and dribbling witterings were supposed
to somehow justify suffering, and the fact that the disabled are
disabled was somehow proof of God's love for the world.
(To be honest it
didn't make a lot of sense to me either)
Whilst in a queue of
traffic waiting to turn left I watched a cyclist get knocked off of
her bike. She sped up the left hand side of the queue of traffic,
then ride round the front of the car actually turning left in an
attempt to go right. She then got knocked off. Whilst she seemed to
suffer no injury, the same couldn't be said for her bike.
Hopefully she will learn
from this episode and not cycle in such a stupidly dangerous way in
future
I went for a little walk
at lunchtime; I was planning to walk down to the nearby church and
case the joint (in a geo- sort of way) but the weather was
against me; when I was half way there a thunderstorm started.
So I contented myself
with checking up on one of my caches on the walk back to work. It was
missing. It's a keyholder magnetically stuck to a roadsign. Someone
had moved it from one side of the road to the other. I moved it back.
Once back at work I
learned something. We were discussing geographical and racial
variations in the frequency of certain subtypes of the Rh blood group
system (that's what you do in a blood bank); did you know that
whilst fifteen per cent of the white British population are
Rh-negative, less than one per cent of Chinese people are?
Now there's simular
variations in the distribution of the Duffy blood group system, but
that's due to malaria. None of us could remember the cause of the
variation in the Rh system so we had a look on-line. I
learned something...
Apparently blood doesn't
mutate, and there is no scientific explanation for Rh-negative blood.
Therefore Rh-negative blood comes from space lizards from the planet
Nibaru. Look at the article we found by
clicking here. It's years since I found such utter crap. It is so
bad it's actually hilarious...
The author's been really
slated on Wikipedia... can't think why.
(Oh - and as a matter
of fact the blood group is Rh; Rhesus is a sort of monkey)
I drove home through the
rain and once home took "Furry Face TM"
for a rather short walk round the block. We didn't go to our usual
haunts; he would have got filthy and muddy in any of the fields or
parks.
After a rather good tea
"er indoors TM" set off to the
Tuesday gathering. For once I gave it a miss. I was feeling rather
(very) tired and this evening everyone else would be turning
the telly on at about the sort of time I planned to take myself to
bed...
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