I've always said that I
like the night work. Perhaps I'm getting too old for it, but the
night work does seem to be getting busier and busier these days.
As I worked I had the
radio on. The pundits were all a-twitter about the Prime Minister's
meeting with the other heads of the EU countries. It strikes me as
rather strange that Boris Johnson doesn't agree with him but Angela
Merkel does. As
do the French and Irish Premiers.
I don't envy the Prime
Minister. His party made the European Union a scapegoat for all the
ills of the world. And having done so they now have a mountain to
climb to convince the general public that (for all its failings)
we are *far* better off being a part of the EU than we are
being out of it.
I got rather fed up with
hearing about the euro-situation, so I turned off the news and
listened to musicals on You-Tube during the small hours. "Joseph
and his Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" was followed by
"Little Shop of Horrors", and eventually the day
shift came in and I went home.
Last night I'd popped
into "Go Outdoors" and bought a small whistle. A
long time ago "Furry Face TM"
would come to the sound of a whistle. But I kept forgetting to take a
whistle out. This one hangs on my key ring so I will always have it
with me. I tried whistle training today as we walked. "Furry
Face TM" has completley forgotten about
whistle training. We shall have to work on it.
I had a bit of toast
whilst watching more new Alan Partridge, then took myself off to bed.
Seven hours later I woke
up again. A pizza, more Alan Partridge, and I'm off to another night
shift. The days between the night shifts can be rather dull...
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