After another restless
night I got up to find my little dog still snoring. As I was boiling
up some toast he leapt up and charged to the back door demanding to
be let out. He then flew round the back garden woofing like a thing
possessed. I wonder what that was all about.
I didn't bother
switching on the telly this morning. There is only so much "Toddlers
and Tiaras" that one's nerves can stand. Instead I had a
litttle look-see on social media. Some friends had been scoffing
choccies, some were whinging about the neighbour's children. One had
swatted a fly and photographed its eyes, and another had had her foot
tattooed. There are those who loudlly decry Facebook. I think it is
a wonderful way to keep in touch. But then again I am a very nosey
person...
I set off to work and was
a bit miffed to find several vacant parking spots outside the house.
Last night when I came home I'd had to park three streets away.
I went to work via
Godington Park for geo-purposes. As I drove to work the pundits were
talking about the use of
antibiotics in hospitals. The bloke speaking was obviously
supposed to be an expert. He suggested that rather than doctors just
randomly prescribing any old antibiotic, perhaps medical laboratories
might start doing some tests to see which antibiotic would work on
which specific germs any given patient has got. A sensible
recommendation. It was a shame that this bloke clearly had no idea
what he was talking about as this has been going on for years. It was
already well established standard practice when I first started doing
it myself in 1981.
Where do they get these
so-called experts from?
And there was an
interview with some woman surgeon who claimed she was the victim of
sexual
discrimination at work. Perhaps she was, perhaps she wasn't. I
don't know.
However it does seem that
I'm hearing about a lot of aggressive women playing the sexual
discrimination card in all walks of life at the moment. And usually
five minutes after their rant another woman in pretty much the same
situation (except they are approachable rather than
confrontational) turns up and says they have no problems in
whichever situation is being discussed.
Pausing only briefly not
to run over the sheep running wild on the main road just outside
Canterbury I was soon at work. We had quite a busy day, including a
case of malaria. (That is something we don't see anywhere near as
often as once we did)
An early start made for
an early finish, and once home I took "Furry Face TM"
up to the Post Office. We had a parcel to collect. The "charming
fellow" behind the counter made it quite plain he was in no
mood to do anything helpful, and suggested I might come back tomorrow
when there might be someone there who could be more inclined to get
off their arse and go and get my parcel.
So we came home again. I
would formally complain, but it would acheive nothing positive, and
just ensure I never receive a parcel ever again.
We had a rather good bit
of scoff for tea, then caught up on watching episodes of Downton
Abbey. Goood stuff. If only I could remember what had happened in the
last season of that show...
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