I
had a rather traumatic night plagued with inexplicable dreams about various
scandals involving the cast of "Thunderbirds".
I got up early, tiddled the puppy and dumped her onto a sleeping "er
indoors TM". I then had some toast as I watched a Christmas
"Dad's Army" special from
years ago.
I left for work in the dark; and I had
to spend a few minutes scraping the frost from my car. As I drove the radio was
still spewing its usual blend of news. I was rather amazed at one news article.
In order to avoid election fraud it has been suggested that when you show up to
vote at national or local elections you need to bring some proof of identity. Personally I've been
amazed that for as long as I've been voting I have just marched up to the desk
and announced who I was and been given a ballot card. No one has ever checked
who I am, and there is absolutely nothing stopping me from coming back ten
minutes later and claiming to be my son, my son in law, my next door neighbour.
However it turns out that this has caused consternation. There are some
communities where the head of the household sees it as his right to cast all
the family votes. This has been recognised for years, and returning officers
have not dared to say a word for fear of giving offence. But now the entire
family are going to have to turn out to vote how they are told rather than
having Father vote for them.
Have I ever said I'm not convinced by
the idea of democracy?
And our old friend Science has found aliens again. Science does that a
lot....
I stopped off at Morrisons on the way to
work. The place was lit up; staff were busying about. the door was locked. Some
spotty oik came to the door and said they were closed. He didn't actually say
the words "piss off, fatso" but his tone conveyed the sentiment very
well.
I went to their petrol station to
re-fuel. It too was lit up and looked open for business but wasn't.
I got to work; the leaving night shift
was pleased to see me. They'd had a busy night and were glad to get away.
I wasn’t overly keen on working today… one
of the drawbacks of working in a hospital is that the place never closes.
Obviously one realises that when first taking up hospital work, but I still get
a tad resentful of everyone else whose firm shuts up shop a day or so before
Christmas Eve and doesn’t open again until the New Year. I set off to work this
morning whilst most people were still sleeping off the excesses of Boxing Day.
Mind you I had three clear days off work this Christmas. I’d worked all night
long on Christmas Eve last year, and did a twelve hour shift the year before. I
had a good break in 2013, but I’d worked on Boxing Day in 2012… One of the
advantages of regular blogging is that I have a record of things like when I
worked at Christmas. In fact I’ve only had four proper Christmases off work in
the last eleven years.
But I did this year’s bit today.
I got home to find "er indoors TM"
was off out sorting out one of "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"s
Christmas presents so I took the dogs round the park. "Furry Face TM"
likes his walks and "Furry Shark TM" is getting the
idea. As we walked I did a couple of live videos on Facebook. Now my mum is back on
Facebook she loves that sort of thing. I was amazed how many viewers I got whist
broadcasting live. And in the five hours since I posted them they’ve been
watched over seventy times each.
Once home I played back the videos. I was
shocked at how breathless I sounded. I seemed to be gasping for air. That can’t
be right.
With
the walk done the dogs played for a while before completely tiring themselves
out. We all then dozed until "er indoors TM" came
home. Turkey curry went down well as we watched telly, and for the first night
in a week I didn’t have a pint of stout…
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