This morning over a bit
of brekkie I read that the police have dropped one of the
investigations they are conducting about Sir Cliff Richard on the
grounds that there was no
truth in the allegations whatsoever. The poor chap has had these
baseless lies hanging over his head for a year since the police first
raided his home (when he wasn't there). Apparently Sir Cliff
found out that he was being investigated through the media rather
than being told directly. And for all that it's all over the papers,
Sir Cliff hasn't been formally charged with anything.
Whilst there is nothing
worse than "interfering" with children, as time goes
on it would seem that there's also not much that is actually rarer.
I've lost count of the amount of celebrities who have had their
careers and reputations ruined by baseless allegations.
Perhaps the law might be
changed in such a way that reporters can't comment on allegations
until the accused has been found guilty in a court of law.
I put the lead on my dog
and we set off early for our morning walk; as we went up the road we
saw a bus trying to do an about-turn. I have absolutely no idea what
a bus wold want to do an about turn but it was causing serious
traffic chaos as it did.
We then went on through
Bowens Field where, having ignored a dozen cyclists my dog then went
mental at the next one. Sometimes I wonder what goes through his
head.
We made our way to the
vets; someone was due for a booster shot. I walk him in there at
least once most weeks. We go into the waiting area, sit for a bit and
come out. When we are not seeing the vet there is no problem. When we
are seeing the vet he knows. I had to drag him in to the place this
morning, and once in the place he cowered under the benches. As he
cowered I got chatting with a chap who'd brought in a ferret with a
sore foot. My dog's terror of the vet was no match for his jealousy
and he soon came out from under the bench too see what he was
missing.
We were called in to see
the vet; "Furry Face TM" was
dragged in. I lifted him onto the vet's table and caught him in
mid-air as he immediately leapt off. The vet was really good with
him. I told her that he seems rather quieter than usual lately. She
gave him a serious going over and couldn't find any problems. She
suggested the problem might be a combination of a historic bad back
and not being as young as he once was. I expect there's a lot of
truth in that.
He got his booster
injection, and we came home to find we'd had a letter thorugh the
door. I say "letter"; it was a flyer from
"Nationwide Cleaners" telling us how a cleaner could
save us valuable time. It's no secret that I don't live in the
tidieest of houses. Having someone to sort the mess would be handy.
Until I saw their prices.
Ten quid per hour. Ten quid !!!! Am I just being mean?
As I drove to work
Women's Hour was on the radio. Perhaps I'm just a sexist pig but I
usually find that show generally supercilious and patronising. As I
tuned in they were starting an expose on erectile dysfunction which I
found to be presented in a rather insulting sort of way. I formed the
distinct impression that erectile dysfunction was being presented as
yet another thing that men did wrong purely to annoy women.
This was followed by a
pre-recorded interview with the late Jackie Collins (she
died over the weekend) who was reading some of the raunchier
extracts of her books. Call me old fashioned if you will but in my
world there is no space for caressing nipples on national radio at
10.30am.
I stopped off in
Morrisons for apples and bananas, then went on to Go Outdoors for
some new trainers. They weren't cheap but hopefully they will last a
little while. I have a twenty-eight day no quibble return period so
we shall see.
And then to work. And as
is so often the way when on the late shift, all of note in my day was
over and done with by 11am...
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