Over brekkie I watched
Ronnie Corbett in "Sorry". For all that I keep
telling the SkyPlus box not to record the program, it keeps doing so.
And it seems to have decided to stop recording "The Last Man
on Earth". I must admit I tired of Ronnie Corbett and turned
it off half way round. I then had a look-see at the geo-map. There is
talk of a mission to Cornwall over the May Day Holiday. However I
can't get the time off work. I do have the first week in May off work
though. I'm vaguely thinking about a three day walking
holiday in Devon taking in some twenty five miles. (But only
vaguely).
As I drove to work I was
surprised in the difference a day made. Yesterday was bright and
sunny but oh-so-cold. Today was dull, overcast and quite warm.
The radio gave me a wry
smile - a recent survey has shown that there are (on average)
one hundred and sixty discarded plastic bottles along every
mile of Britain's beaches. It has been suggested that to avoid
this littering disposable plastic bottles might have a returnable
deposit in future. You would get a few pence back whenever you return
an empty bottle to the shop. Just like it used to be when I was a
boy.
This is actually quite a
good idea to shift the litter; when I was young discarded bottles
were worth something. My and my mates would go in search of the
things because we got paid for taking them back to the shop. Going
round tidying up was quite lucrative. Mind you children these days
never seem to leave the house... but that's another rant.
Most of the morning's
news was about the terrible
bombings in Brussels. I wish I could understand the mentality of
these terrorists. What *do* they think they achieve by blowing
up innocent people. Are they *really* that stupid that they know no
better, or are they *really* that stupid that they honestly
think God wants them to kill people?
Either option is rather
sobering.
I got to work, and found
where I'd left the sandwich box. It was in my locker. I'd wondered
what I'd done with that.
I did my bit, then came
home again. Usually when I come home "Furry Face TM"
is fast asleep. I say "usually"; he is *always*
fast asleep. But not today. I came home to find him on the back of
the sofa watching the world going by.
I popped his lead onto
him and we went for a wander round the park. My dog played nicely
with several other dogs and didn't instigate any fights at all. That
is to be encouraged. Mind you we did have a minor incident with a
toddler. Said child kept approaching "Furry Face TM";
and every time he showed any interest in her she ran off in terror. I
gave the little girl five minutes of our time, then we continued
home.
Once home I solved thirty
of the three hundred and sixty geo-puzzles in Cornwall (for want
of anything better to do) until "er indoors TM"
came home.
I had a message... I'm
now a published author. I've written two short stories which
appear in an anthology. You can download it from Amazon, and I
understand that it will be available in "proper book"
format soon...
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