I had the radio on as I
drove home after a surprisingly busy late shift. As I drove there
was an interesting article on the radio. It was being proposed that
fees be charged for children re-sitting
exams that they have failed.
From what I could work
out one of the pundits was saying that an absolute fortune is being
spent on marking GCSE papers written by children who are as thick as
two short planks and that said money would be better spent elsewhere.
Another pundit was saying it was every child's God-given right to sit
an exam that they didn't have a hope of passing.
It strikes me that whilst
the teachers really shouldn't put a child up for an exam they know
they are going to fail, it's a short step from this theory to having
no free education for anyone.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. Rain was forecast
later in the morning so I thought we'd get round before the heavens
opened (like they did yesterday). We walked out to the ford
and back. There was a relatively new geocache in the area. I couldn't
find it.
My dog nearly got into a
fight with an Alsation and a Labrador (at the same time), and
I managed to get him onto the lead before we had an episode with
Orangehead.
Other than copping myself
in the goolies with his lead, the walk passed off relatively
uneventfully.
Once home I was feeling a
llittle tired so I had a litlle lie down. I woke up six hour later to
the sound of torrential rain. I then checked my emails; I had one
from a geocaching child who lives in the Canterbury area. His mum has
been ranting on-line; the kid's spent a small fortune on buying
sandwich boxes only to hide them and have them all go missing.
In his email said kid
told me that (apparently) there is a pattern to these
disappearences (!) and they can be attributed to the last
people who logged a find on-line who this kid asssures me stole them.
He's emailed me to warn me as my caches in Canterbury will be next
on their list.
I've had a look-see and
these same people have indeed been to one of my geocaches near the
hospital. I wonder if that one haas been stolen too? I shall have a
look later.
As I was slobbing in fron
of the telly the door opened. I say "opened"; it
sounded as though it was being kicked off of its hinges. "My
Boy TM" was coming round "quietly"
(as he thought I'd be asleep) to collect some fishing baits
he's left in the freezer. I'm not sure what these baits were, but I
do know he's not allowed to use his own freezer. he looked wet.
Soaked in fact. He grumbled about not wanting to go fishing in the
rain tomorrow.
And so off for another
night shift. Through the rain Hope this headache goes soon...
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