After a rather restless
night mostly spent tangled in the hose of my CPAP machine I got up
and watched the latest episode of "South Park". It
is now up to series nineteen and... I won't say that it isn't funny
any more but I got the distinct impression that if you aren't up on
current affairs in the US then most of the show will go over your
head. I then watched the end of "Toddlers and Tiaras"
in which the winners were very happy and the losers were not.
With a few minutes before
having to leave for work I quickly checked my emails. Amazon (dot
com) recommended that I might like to download the ebook
"Brideshead Revisited" because it was simular to
something I'd downloaded before; namely the ebook "Brideshead
Revisited" (!)
The rain was rather
torrential as I drove to work. And as usual I listened to the radio.
Hate campaigners are trying to forment civil unrest by circulating
rumours that the British Legion has decided not to sell
poppies in certain areas in order not to upset the minorities.
It turns out that this is all lies. If poppies aren't being sold
anywhere it is because no one in that area is volunteering to sell
them.
Perhaps those who stir
the hatred might be better employed selling poppies.
There was a lot of talk
about the dire straits in which Addenbrookes hospital is finding
itself. Once a world leader it is now in "special measures".
A lot of hospitals are now in these special measures; mostly for
ridiculous financial reasons. And they really are ridiculous reasons.
Hospitals are supposed to
be run like businesses these days. However if a proper business like
B&Q, Amazon or even a lady of loose morals (to name three at
random) gets a customer they provide a service or a product and
present the customer with a bill. Hospitals don't work that way. They
get a customer (patient) and provide their service for free
then tell the Government what services they have provided. The
Government then says it cost too much, gives a fraction of what the
actual cost was, and then wonders why hospitals are all over-spent.
Equally laughable are
moves by the English Bridge Union to have the card game "bridge"
re-classified as a
sport. Sport England had told them to get knotted and have made
the accusation that there are hundreds of bridge clubs up and down
the country who are just trying to milk money out of Sport England.
After two hours I finally
got to work. A journey which normally takes forty minutes was
somewhat delayed by five seperate floods across the road. Once at
work I did my bit, and had a much easier journey home.
Once home I walked "Furry
Face TM" round the block, we had a rather
good omelette then set off to Folkestone. We terrorised the baby in
his ball pool for a few minutes, then went on to the Tuesday
gathering of the clans. The ChromeCast was a little under the
weather, but we played a few games, then made ourselves feel sick
through eating too many sweeties and watched Captain Kirk being
inundated with tribbles.
Quality stuff....
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