I diidn't sleep well; I
was too over-excited about our victory in the vegetable nativity
competitiion. I finally gave up tryig to sleep shortly after 5.30am
and had a look at today's offering from my lego advent calendar. For
some inexplicable reason the song "The Rainbow Connection"
(by Kermit the Frog) seemed to be stuck in my head.
Despite being over fifty
years old (and being a grandfather) maturity sometimes eludes
me.
Over brekkie (shared
with a still-smelly dog) I watched this week's episode of "After
Hours". After five episodes I have finally realsied that
the show is set in Lincolnshire and not on the Isle of Wight.
I took a rather
circuitous route to work today. Being a "geo-calendar day"
I needed to log one geo-find today so I drove out to Hastingleigh
where I made rather hard work of finding a little magnet stuck inside
a metal gate.
The location of this hide
seemed very familiar; I'm sure I've geo-hunted there before.
As I drove the talk on
the radio was all about Parliament's decision
to start bombing Syria. Will bombing Syria actually affect the
terrorists that the bombing is supposed to target? I can't help but
feel that there will be a lot of innocents caught up in the violence
and that anyone who should actually be bombed will be nowhere near
the target zones. Those being interviewed on the radio suggessted
that a large factor in the decision was that britain's bombing would
help the Prime Minister's political posturing on the global stage.
There was also a lot of
talk about how many MPs have felt they
have been bullied recently in order to sway their vote for or
against the bombing.
Jeremy Corby has said
that he won't stand for bullying in the Labour party. Within reason
he has a point, but... I blame society (and the schools).
Fewer and fewer people
these days are able to actually form a coherent argument or can
disagree without deliberately causing offence which can be
misconstrued. And more and more it seems to me that what one person
sees as a heartfelt argument about a deeply felt conviction is so
often seen as bullying by another person who is unwilling to see any
point of view other than their own.
I got to work and after
the recent excitement of the vegetable nativity, today was rather
dull. Busy, but dull.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" round the block. As we walked I
heard the distinctive sound of chicken bones being crunched. Someone
had dropped KFC bones and he had them. Twice.
Seeing how he'd had KFC
it was only fair we had the same...
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