After
two bad nights I slept well. I was rather pleased about that. Over
brekkie I watched a rather awful episode of "Dads
Army"
then had a look-see on-line. Checking out the Internet it seems that
several people watched a program on telly last night about the last
flight of the Vulcan
XH558 bomber plane. Over the years many of my friends have raved
about this plane. And (as always) I am in a minority of one.
I've reseached and looked-up, and I can't see any reason why this
plane should have attracted such interest. I can't find anything of
historical importance with which the plane was involved. I have asked
before, and just had "you don't understand" shouted
at me. Which is a fair summary. I didn't understand then and I don't
understand now.
Don't
get me wrong - I'm not decrying this plane in any way. I just have no
idea why it is so popular.
As I drove to work the
pundits on the radio were talking about the United Nations summit
on climate change. The general consensus seemed to be not so much
trying to stop global warming but arguing about just how much global
warming the planet can realistically cope with. Expert opinion seemed
to feel that a two degree rise in mean global temperatures would just
about be manageable and so that seemed to justify everyone pretty
much doing nothing to stop carbon emissions.
There were still some
politicians actively denying the entire concept of global warming...
There were also calls for
there to be a twenty per cent tax on all sugary drinks to try to stop
kiddies from
becoming quite so fat. The idea was that the tax would not be at
all unfair as there are always non-sugary alternatives. For myself I
drink the sugar-free alternatives as I actually prefer the taste but
that doesn't stop me being fat. Personally I would think that this
would scupper the scheme but apparently not. The pundits on the radio
wheeled on some shrieking harridan who ranted that such a tax worked
in Mexico where it reduced childhood obesity by six per cent. And to
give both sides of the argument equal air-time the pundits then
wheeled on someone from the CDSD (Council for Drinking Sugary
Drinks) who pointed out that the Mexican government had actually
abandoned their sugar tax as they had found that it hadn't worked.
The shrieking harridan
didn't like that. She seemed to know that the tax had been abandoned,
and seemed to think that it had been abandoned as a personal affront
to her.
I stopped off at
Morrisons before work. I got some fruit, I got a paper packet of
coffee for a fraction of the price of a glass jar (thereby doing
my bit to save the environment). And I got a new ironing board
cover. I shall use that in a day or so. It will be something to which
I can look forward with anticipation. (Never a dull moment in my
life).
I got to work shortly
after 8am. Three quarters of an hour earlier than I needed to be
there, but I am usually a little early. I have found that I can
either get to work early and read my Kindle or I can leave home a
little later and spend half an hour stuck in queuing traffic burning
petrol. And sometimes (just occasionally) being at work early
means that if there is a problem with the early shift I can step into
the breach, start work early and therefore go home earlier.
That's what happened
today. Result!
The bank's "disputes
team" phoned me as I was working. I didn't hear the call,
and so on seeing a missed call I rang them back. My request to them
was quite straight-forward; stop all payments to Genes Reunited for
the simple reason that I've not used teh website in years.
The chap to whom I was
speaking was (to be frank) a total cock. He said they could do
nothing to help because I hadn't answered their initial call. He went
on to say that even if they did stop the payments and cancel the
direct debit that wouldn't stop payments being made in future. He
then pretended not to be able to speak English any more, and after a
few seconds the line went dead.
Oh my piss was boiling. I
phoned back and a nice lady answered who sorted the problem in less
than fifteen seconds.
It would have been so
much easier if she or someone else who spoke English had answered in
the first place.
An unexpected early start
made for an unexpected early finish, I hoped to be able to drive home
before it was completely dark. I hoped in vain.
Once home I ran "Furry
Face TM" round the roads then I spent a
little while whittling a parsnip. My employer has organised a
competition to build a nativity scene made out of vegetables. A team
from my department is seriously up for this. The creation of various
nativity characters has been assigned to individuals and it falls to
me to make the Christmas Dalek out of a parsnip. It came as a
surprise to me to find that not that many people had actually heard
of the Christmas Dalek. I thought everyone had heard of it; it made
its way to Bethlehem by following "Yonder Star".
Mind you in retrospect
I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting the Christmas dalek to look
like. But whatever it was, I think it has turned out to be something
of a disappointment.
On the other hand
Hannah's cauliflower sheep are excellent.
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