Another good night's
sleep; again waking just before the alarm. I got up, and as the
dishwasher is on sick leave I did the washing up myself.
Over brekkie I watched
"Secret Diary of a Call Girl". I know this series is
based on true stories, but do people *really* have spare
thousands of pounds to squander on ladies of loose morals? Even if my
back was up to it, my budget wouldn't go much over a fiver.
And so to work through a
very wet morning. I had the radio on as I drove. Yesterday I was
ranting about how many people are taking unnecessary degrees. Today's
radio show featured interviews with two people who had such degrees.
There was an interview
with a chap who had a degree in designing road layouts for new towns
(I forget the exact title). He seemed to think that there
would be endless opportunities in designing new towns from scratch.
He had been rather surprised to leave university to find that towns
had already been built and no one was interested in bulldozing them
and re-building them from scratch to his design.
He is currently working
for a telephone sales company trying to sell stuff no one wants to
people who don't want it.
There was also a girl
with a degree in primate studies who wanted to become a
monkey-ologist and was shocked to find that studying monkeys wasn't
going to make her rich. She is currently doing voluntary work in the
field of marine biology as she seems to think there's more money in
fish.
Neither are going to be
in a position to pay back their student loans any time soon. And for
all that they are clever enoght to get a degree, both must be rather
stupid. Why does anyone run up terrible debts studying such subjects
that clearly aren't going to have any practical application?
I got to work and after
five minutes i felt rather odd. I think I might (just possibly)
have had a mild heart attack. It was a weird sensation; it felt as
though I had cramp of the heart. It only lasted for a few seconds and
went as quickly as it came. Let's hope it's nothing to worry about.
It didn't play up for the rest of the day so I'm seeing that as a
good sign.
I got home safely, which
was surprising. I was tail-ended for fifteen miles along the A28 by
"Ashford Man & Van". The chap doesn't seem to
have an on-line presence at all, which is a shame. I could have given
him some nice reviews (!) But if any of my Kent-based readers
need the services of a man & van I really couldn't recommend this
one; I doubt anything he transports could ever arrive safely.
I walked "Furry
Face TM" round the park; we met Marley (a
dog-relative) and chased a squirrel up a tree. And then I found
myself "home alone" as "er indoors TM"
zoomed off to do "Daddies Little Angel TM"'s
bidding. I think this particular bidding involved relocating a
rabbit; I could be wrong.
All I do know for sure is
that my dinner doesn't cook itself, and I'm hungry....
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