Every night as I sleep I
have air blasted into me from my CPAP machine. It takes the device a
few minutes to settle and get the pressure right when it starts; as
it does so I read my Kindle app. Last night I finished an e-book. The
first volume of Alexei Sayle's autobiography made for very
interesting reading even if it did only cover his childhood. I'm
looking forward to the next volume which is to be published in a few
months time.
Over brekkie I wondered
what book I might read next.
Six years ago I published
a list of my top
twenty books. It is a list I might re-visit. Over the years I
have read all of these books so many times. However until now one has
not been available in e-format. But this morning I found it on
Amazon. I can remember really enjoying "Earth
Abides"; let's hope it is as good as I remember it.
As I drove to work the
pundits on the radio were quoting some rather amazing statistics.
Apparently some twenty per cent of British
Muslim women don't speak English. Whilst this isn't news (I
blogged about it on 12 February 2007) surely this is a problem
which should be addressed. The pundits then wheeled on someone from
the bleeding heart brigade who ranted for a few minutes about how
inaccurate these figures are. He claimed the actual number of British
Muslim women who don't speak English is closer to six per cent. But
what ever the actual number the fact remains that there are thousands
of women in this country who don't speak the language. Surely that
can't be right.
I stopped off at
Morrisons this morning. Having been driving through the most
beautiful of sunrises this morning I had a plan to take a photo of
the glorious red sky from Morrisons car park. By the time I'd got to
Canterbury the sky had lost its wonderful colours and was just rather
grey and drab.
I got fruit for the week;
I also got various toiletries. (Sometimes my life can be so
exciting). Mind you I was rather amazed at the price of shaving
gel. The posh stuff from Gilette retails at £3.86, the same amount
of Morrison's own-brand stuff costs eighty seven pence.
I wonder exactly who it
is that buys the Gillette stuff?
I got to work where there
was minor excitement. Today we got to log on to the works free wi-fi
for our own personal use. It is a little perk which will be available
all the time it is not abused.
We spent a little while
speculating on what constitutes abuse of a wi-fi system. One of the
more senior members of staff (who really should know better)
assured us that the works wi-fi was good for most things but womble
porn would be crossing the line.
No one was brave enough
to try to look up womble porn to test that hypothesis.
Once home I ran the dogs
round the world and then had a look on-line. There is a meme going
round at the moment about being
like Bill. A growing number of people are getting quite upset
with Bill. Personally I don't mind the chap. But if we are getting
rid of things from social media I'd rather see a few less hashtags.
I then settled myself in
front of the telly. Gotham is on later...
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