I woke feeling full of
energy and raring to go only to see it was still dark and the clock
said it was 3am. then dozed fitfully finally getting up (feeling
like death warmed up) at 6.30am.
I
had a look-see on-line over brekkie. The European Union in-out
referendum debate continued to amaze me. Either
staying in the EU or leaving the EU is a rather monumental decision.
We (as a nation) need to make the right choice here. At the
moment I'm leaning towards staying in purely because I've yet to see
any valid reasons for leaving. But I am very much aware that my
opinions are always in that of a vanishingly small minority. Last
night I posted on Facebook that from what I've
seen and heard over the last few months there are a *LOT* of
good and valid reasons for staying in the EU (and several daft and
invalid ones too), but *ALL* of the reasons I've seen for
leaving boil down to the fact that those who want out don't seem to
like foreigners very much.
I
asked to be proved wrong.
Overnight
I got a few replies, one from someone who was quite open in not
liking the foreigners, a couple from people who would seem happier to
take orders from Americans than from Europeans, and one who advocated
leaving for the simple reason that the Government feels we should
stay in (!). If the Prime Minister was to make the
announcement that he spends a lot of time breathing I wonder how many
people would then promptly die of asphyxiation as a point of
principle.
Have I ever mentioned
that I don't beleive in democracy?
I
did see something that made me smile. In the past I've whinged about
the organised jog-a-thon that effectively makes Viccie Park a no-go
area every Saturday morning. It seems that there are simular runs
organised across the country and one council in Stoke Gifford (it's
in Gloucestershire)
has decided to charge
the joggers
for the disruption they cause. The joggers are up in arms about it.
I don't know what the
joggers in Stoke Gifford are like, but the ones in Viccie Park on a
Saturday are generally rude and obnoxious; running six abreast,
forcing everyone else off of the paths and swearing at other park
users for daring to use the park. I wonder if the joggers have
brought this on themselves?
I
then had a look-see at my diary. I was rather amazed to see that I
have stuff planned every weekend for the next few months (and
that is pretty much both days of those weekends).
At the moment I have one Saturday and one Sunday currently free
between now and August. There's never a dull moment in my world.
I took "Furry
Face TM" out for a walk. As we went past
Asda there was a rather nervous looking woman. I say "nervous"
- whe was twitching and seemed on the brink of tears. I asked if she
was all right. She pointed at my dog (who was straggling some ten
yards behind me) and said she had a really strong phobia of dogs.
She looked *so* releived and was very thankful when I walked
back and picked him up.
We met up with "Daddies
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" and
walked off in the direction of Little Burton Farm. But when we were
half way to our destination we reallised just how close we were to
the American Diner. So we went and sat in the garden outside the
place for twenty minutes. When we arrived I went inside and said we's
like to order. The chap behind the counter gave us menus and said
that they would take our order shortly. The place wasn't busy; there
was only one table occupied inside. After twenty minutes we gave up
waiting.
I do like the American
Diner; the food is excellent. I *love* the ambience. But the
service is so slow.
We came home via
McDonalds where we got a chocolate milk shake each. I know the place
has its critics, but there is very little waiting for McScoff.
I spent the afternoon in
bed trying to get some sleep.... I'm off to the night shift now.
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