I slept well but woke
with something of a back ache. I've been feeling rather physically
rough for a couple of days now; perhaps I overdid the walk on
Tuesday.
As I scoffed my brekkie I
had a look-see on-line. Despite an incredibly slow connection I saw
that Tony Blackburn (the famous disc jockey) has been sacked
by the BBC following allegations
of child molestation centred on an incident which supposedly
happened in 1971. Mr Blackburn has denied the allegations and (from
what I can glean from the news stories) there isn't any actual
evidence against him. But even *if* he is as guilty as hell,
why has it taken forty five years for these allegations to be made?
Innocent? Guilty? How can there be a fair hearing from this distance
in time?
The washing machine
finished doing its thing so I put the wet stuff to dry (by the
radiator) and took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk. It was a cold morning; the weather forecast had been for
sunny intervals. We had rain, hail and snow alternating at regular
intervals.
As we walked I lost count
of the amount opf people on bicycles who nearly ran us down. I was
always under the impression that bikes should
not be on the pavements.
As we walked we met a
small dog that looked vaguely like my pup. The nice lady with the dog
remarked on the simularity and asked how old Fudge was. When I told
her she said her dog was a puppy and she hoped he wouldn't grow up
huge like some dogs do. To illustrate her concern she pointed at a
passing Alsation. I asked her if her dog was a Jack Russell. She said
that was what she'd been told. After a little confusion it turned out
she had no idea about breeds of dogs. She seemeed to think that all
dogs grew to random sizes.
Just as I got home I
received a text message saying that the fibre-optic broadband was
live. So I plugged in the new router only to find it didn't work. I
phoned the Internet company who told me it would go live at some
point today. I pointed out to them (several times) that I had
received a text saying it was live *now* and each time they
ignored what I was saying. Eventually I got them to test the line and
(sure enough) it wasn't ready yet.
I went out to the back
garden and mowed the lawn. In years gone by garden work never started
before Easter. Realistically I could have been mowing the lawn all
winter long this year. It didn't take that long to do. Mind you I
didn't really do a thorough job; just a scalping. I then scraped up
the cuttings.
My plan was then to cleen
out the fish pond filter but when I opened it it was pristine. I
must have already done that job. So with a little time I made a start
at cutting back the clematis which overhangs from our troublesome
neighbour's garden.
The last time I spoke
with this chap he was trying to enlist my help in getting a tree cut
down. There is a tree in a garden several doors down the road.
Apparently it blocks his light and some of the leaves from it fall on
his lawn. As he told me about this he was becoming visibly angrier
and angrier about the matter. His face was getting very red and the
veins on his head were standing out. A few leaves from one tree
thirty yards away is a *serious* issue to him. But he doesn't
see anything wrong with having his clematis and roses and vines all
down the garden fence overflowing into my garden by three feet.
I didn't like to touch
his clematis, but it had become so bad that I couldn't actually get
to my pond.
This bloke is something
of a worry. I wouldn't say that he is clinically insane but he scares
me. I would also say that when he finally does run amok and appears
in the local papers and everyone appears shocked, bear in mind that I
formally warned the police about him over over ten years ago.
With three dustbins full
of garden rubbish I then drove up to the tip to get rid of it all. I
treated myself to KFC for lunch, then watched a film I'd recorded.
"This is
40" was something of a disappointment but it gave me
something to watch whilst I did the ironing.
With ironing done (three
hours later) I sparked up the lap-top again to see if the
fibre-optic broadband was live. It was. Mind you for all that the
speed test says it is running over twice the speed at which it used
to run it isn't actually any noticeably faster.
Fish and chips for
dinner, and then I fell asleep during "Benidorm"...
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