Yesterday evening after I’d watched my
fill of telly I wrote up a little CPD. As I did so the puppy
jumped up onto the sofa with me, climbed all over me and made herself
comfortable sitting across my shoulders behind my head. I should have moved
her, but I didn’t. I ended up with a neck ache that was still with me when I
got up this morning.
I came down to find Fudge by the back
door. He was anxious to get out. I thought he needed a tiddle; he didn’t. He
just wanted to run round the garden barking like a thing possessed at 5.30am. I
wish he wouldn’t do that. I suspect so does most of the neighbourhood.
I set the washing machine loose on a
pile of sheets and over brekkie I watched an episode of “You Rang M’Lord” in which the bishop was running a ball in aid of
his distressed gentlewomen. He seems to have trouble with his distressed gentlewomen
I sparked up my laptop and had a look
into cyberspace. I had an invite to a wedding reception from an old colleague. That
could be a good chance to meet up with some old friends. A couple of friends
had a birthday today, and with very little else of note on-line I hung the
washed sheets onto the washing line and set off to work.
It was rather foggy as I drove. As usual
I had the radio on. Today they were interviewing a chap who once worked for the prison service until he got caught
smuggling mobile phones into the prisons for the prisoners. The fellow said he
was being paid five hundred pounds for each phone he smuggled in. Being on
little more than minimum wage this was quite
a nice little earner. During the course of the interview it was mentioned that
the official estimate of mobile phones illegally in the hands of prisoners was
about twenty thousand.
Surely in this day and age it should be
possible to identify the phones transmitting from prisons and have the service
providers deactivate them. Or pay staff so’s that they aren’t so open to
bribery and corruption.
I got to work and had a rather good day.
I’m now on my eighth week at Maidstone, and today I realised that I’ve never
once found myself clockwatching or finding the time dragging. I’m sure it will
happen eventually, but for now all is good.
Once
home we walked the dogs round the block, and in a break with tradition we
didn’t have a Tuesday meeting; the laundry hadn’t been put away in Folkestone.
Instead "er indoors TM" boiled up a rather good bit
of scoff. We devoured curry whilst watching “Emerald City” and an old episode of “Bake Off”. I thought I might round off dinner with some cheese. I
had to share the cheese with my furry associates…
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