Another good night's
sleep was rudely aborted shortly before 5am by a certain Patagonian
Tripe-Hound's declaring "Red Alert". The trouble
with living on a main road is that there are people coming and going
at all hours. Whilst I'd sleep through it, dogs don't seem to do so.
After watching Billie
Piper's stunt double failing to flop them out in today's installment
of "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" I then sparked up
Windows 10. So far it seems to be working reasonably well even if the
laptop did get a little bit hot last night. I shall put that down to
the over-excitement of the upgrade.
Over brekkie Facebook was
awash with the photos of the Hastings pram race which took place
yesterday. It is something for which many friends and family prepare
for months, and I find out about after the event. It would have been
nice to have been told it was happening. I suppose I could
periodically check various on-line diaries to find out for myself. Or
perhaps (being paranoid) I wasn't told about it because I
wasn't wanted there... every year I whinge about missing this event.
Off to work. Earlier in
the week I was ranting about the stupidity of the police's
investigations of Sir Edward Heath who has been dead for ten years.
Today's radio brought news of a chap who lived locally who had been
found guilty of raping
his five year old child. In this case the chap is still alive so
at least he can be brought to justice, but again this crime was from
forty years ago. How can there be a fair trial after this time?
Come to that why is it
that so many people feel that a fair trial is unneccassary? Is the
simple allegation of child abuse *really* enough to prove
guilt? I personally know of a case where scouting friends were
accused of all manner of foul acts by a child who later subsequently
admitted to having made it all up because of some trivial incident
that happened at scout camp.
I've also been ranting
about how the county has been brought to a standstill by the migrant
crisis in Calais which has effectively closed the motorway. The
pundits on the radio were telling of how the amounts of fines issued
to hauliers has massively
increased recently. I suppose that the lorry drivers have to make
sure they aren't bringing in people with or without their knowledge.
But the radio featured an interview with a chap who having driven
from France to England thought he could hear movement in the back of
his lorry. He turned his lorry around, drove to the customs people at
Dover docks and told them he thought he had illegals in his load. The
customs officials opened his lorry, found eleven illegal immigrants,
and then fined the driver thousands of pounds for bringing them into
the country.
This chap told the
interviewers that next time he will let the illegals out at the first
motorway services he finds. Can't say I blame him...
On my way to work I
stopped off at Morrisons for crisps and stuff for the evening; it
came as something of a shock to find that Morrisons charge two quid
for something I could buy in the shop over the road from my house for
only one quid.
Whilst I was there I saw
a CD I quite liked the look of : "Number Ones from the
Seventies". It wasn't expensive so I bought it and I then
drove on to work singing along to Elvis's "The Wonder of
You", Tammy Wynette's "Stand By Your Man"
and Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive". I might not be
utterly impartial, but I thought I gave a good rendition of these
songs.
The random thought
occurred to me that I might actually be rather good as a drag singer?
I popped out for a walk
at lunch time. I'd received word that a geocache I'd hidden near the
hospital had gone walkabout. It hadn't. It was exactly where I'd put
in in April when I put it there because its predecessor had gone
missing. Funnily enough its once-missing predecessor was also there
as well. It certainly wasn't there in April but today both caches
were within two inches of each other. What was going on there? Had
someone taken the original home to show their mum and brought it back
later?
With "er indoors
TM" off to Harrogate to monger candles I
was left to my own devices this evening. So I we had a little game of
cards. I haven't played cards for ages; I really like the game even
though I'm not actually very good at it. Straight flushes, full
houses, chocolate frogs... must do it again soon...
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