Another good night's
sleep; I was out for the count for over eight hours last night. I
like that.
Over brekkie my piss
boiled somewhat as I looked on-line. Last year at the General
Election several people of my acquiantance were perhaps a little
vocal in standing up for their favoured political choice and quite
condescending to anyone who thought otherwise. This morning the same
people are rather outspoken about being very unhappy about the
obvious consequences of the policies of the government that they
(loudly) voted in.
Voting at elections
*shouldn't* about voting for your mate, or about voting to
send them all back on the next banana boat. It should be about making
considered choices for a better future. And to make those choices
people *really* need to consider all the options on offer and
hear *all* the policies of each choice; not knee-jerk vote for
the first pundit to offer you free fish in your hand up-front now.
I would say that that
people have made their own bed, now they must lay in it, but I too am
laying in that same uncomfortable bed. Did I ever mention that I
don't beleive in democracy?
I put the leads onto the
dogs; Sid first ran away, then with his lead having been forcibly
attached he went to his basket. He *really* didn't want to go
out. Fudge however was bouncing about like a thing possessed.
I intended to go to the
park, but with two approaches flooded I changed tack and we walked
round by the river. As we walked we saw something odd. Two tramps had
obviously been sleeping rough under the bridge by the railway
station. They were politely sharing a bottle of red wine for
breakfast, and both had new bicycles. I wonder what that was all
about.
At the earliest
opportunity I let both dogs off of their leads. Fudge did his own
thing. Sid stayed at heel until he needed a tiddle then (realising
I'd walked on) refused to move until I went back for him. He does
that; whenever he straggles (for whatever reason) he *really*
doesn't want to catch up. He would much rather I went back for him at
which point he walks perfectly at heel.
I noticed that the river
was quite full this morning. I wonder if it will burst its banks. A
few years ago there were floods in Cornwall. Last year floods in
Somerset. Now floods in Yorkshire. However once there has been floods
the rivers get dredged and all is (relatively) well. Does it
really take a genius to realise that some relevent authority should
be scraping out the downstream sections of the Great Stour now?
Once home I settled the
dogs and then went to the local hospital. It is now four and a half
years since it and I had a somewhat acrimonious parting of the ways
and even after all this time it still rankles. But leaving all that
aside I had to go there for the next stage of the ongoing saga of the
lump in my neck. Last spring I was urgently referred to the hospital
under the two-week cancer referral scheme. I did write quite a long
and in-depth tale about what has been going on; but decided against
posting it up here. I expect my loyal readers will understand why I
am loathe to do so.
I went back today, and
again I had my neck ultrasounded. Whatever it was they found over the
summer hasn't grown at all but they performed another aspiration on
the side of my neck. I go back to find out what this revealed (or
didn't) in a few weeks time. It might be a lymphoma; it might
not. Personally I doubt it is anything to worry about at all.
Time will tell. it always
does...
I came home and spent
much of the afternoon slobbing about. I had been rather dubious about
taking a day's sick leave on the day of the first aspiration but in
retrospect was glad that I had done so. I had no qualms about doing
so today.
As the anaesthetic wore
off it felt as though I'd been punched in the side of my neck, and so
I sulked in front of the telly. Last night I'd recorded a film to
watch. "The
Girl Next Door" promised to be quite a raunchy saucy way
to spend the afternoon. It wasn't. It was rather dull and despite
several jubblies having been "flopped out" the film
was probably about an hour longer than it needed to have been.
"er indoors TM"
came home; her beano with the other candlemongers had been cancelled
so we watched a film which wasn't entirely lame.
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