As
I slept last night I felt my little dog sidling up to me. His stomach
was gurgling just as much as mine was. Perhaps he has a dodgy tum
too?
I
slept fitfully, getting up shortly after 5.30am, and over brekkie had
my customary nosey on-line. I had an email from the power company.
Sometimes I wonder what idiots work for them. They run a daft scheme
by which I pay a set amount to them every month. But this doesn't pay
my bill. This goes into some holding account and sits there
(presumably earning them interest) and every so often they
then dip into this account to actually pay my bill. Yeterday they
cleared that account out to pay the bills I've incurred from February
to May. However that holding account didn't have enough money in it.
It was £10.44 short. So they are now *decreasing* the amount
of money they take from me by five pounds each month.
I
don't understand this at all. I'm using more leccie and gas than I am
paying for so they are going to charge me less? How does that work?
I
then did a little emailing here and there. The astro club has been
offered a speaker. Not a bad chap, but he wants ninety quid for
showing up. If we paid this every month we'd soon go bankrupt.
Whenever I've given a talk about things astronomical I've never
charged a penny. What is the going rate for this sort of thing? I
have no idea. I asked the luminaries of the astro world. I'll be
interested to hear what they say.
As
I drove to work the pundits were discussing a
speech made yesterday by the Justice Secretary Michael Gove. He
was speaking about how Britain should leave the European Union. When
challenged to name just one respected authority who felt Britain
should leave the EU he said that he felt it was good that there isn't
any respected authority which actually felt Britain should leave the
EU (Not one - none at all!)
I'm
not quite sure how anyone can feel that their point has been proved
by having pretty much everyone disagree with you, but what do I know?
I'm
getting a little sick of this EU (so-called) debate. On the
one hand we have a status quo which (while far from perfect)
isn't that bad. On the other hand we have utter uncertainty at best
and utter disaster at worst. For all the talk being bandied about
there are no actual plans for what happens should there be a Brexit,
and the only non-disprovable reason anyone seems to have for leaving
the EU is that those who want out don't seem to like foreigners.
Pausing
only briefly at Morrisons for supplies I soon got to work where I did
my thing. As is so often true when working at the weekend I spent
quite a bit of time glancing out of the window. "er indoors
TM" and "Furry Face TM"
were off for a geo-walk today. It had stayed dry for them; even if
the weather could have been better.
Just
as I was having something of a busy spell "My Boy TM"
phoned. He'd been round home (for no apparent reason) and
found a dead koi laying in the garden. He thought he'd let me know.
When I asked him to get rid of the thing for me he explained that
he'd seen it when he was in the garden, but that was an hour or so
ago.
Oh
how I laughed...
I
stopped off in town on the way home. Loads of friends were having a
meal in honour of Sarah's birthday. I popped in to say hello, but
didn't stay long. For all that I like my worrking pattern of working
long days because I get more days off, the long days are a tad
tiring...
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