It was just getting light when I decided
to give up trying to sleep and got up this morning. I watched an episode of “BattleStar Galactica”; half way through
my dog came downstairs, went to his basket and started snoring. I had to turn
up the volume of the telly to hear it over his snores.
I then set the dishwasher going and had
a look at the Internet. Overnight my web browser Firefox had upgraded itself. I
could see no difference whatsoever. A lot of these programs and apps regularly
need updating but are seemingly completely unchanged after the so-called
improvement. The all-new Firefox took a while to get going, and when it was
running it became my window on the world as I looked in into cyberspace.
Absolutely nothing at all had changed overnight on Facebook, but I had an email.
The Environment Agency had emailed me to say that under-sixteens don’t have to
pay for a fishing licence any more, but they still need to apply for one before
going fishing. They didn’t say why, though. Mind you, I’m not complaining; fishing
keeps them out of mischief.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were discussing the various proposals about changes to schools which are
being bandied by Labour and Conservative politicians. Proponents of both sides
of the argument were wheeled on; both slagged off the other, and both said how
their idea was brilliant on ideological grounds. Neither one had any tangible
evident to support their position though.
There was also talk about giving nurses
a pay rise in line with inflation if Labour got into power. I wondered if
everyone else in the hospital would get the bung. It seems they (we)
would,
but it bothers me that only nurses got a mention on the radio.
I got to work and had a rather eventful
time. Bonking, gassing, and dealing with the more obscure end of the Kell blood
group system (anti-Kp(a) with
an autoantibody doesn’t crossmatch itself, you know). And then I got rather
wet walking from work to my car; I got caught in a rather extreme hailstorm.
Once home I took the dogs round the
block. Fudge was well behaved on the lead, but once off the lead he would
straggle. Treacle was fine when off the lead, but when on the lead pulled like
a train. Walking both dogs on my own can be troublesome, but the cupboard was
bare and "er indoors TM" had gone shopping.
Over a rather good bit of dinner we
watched Saturday’s episode of “Doctor Who”
then I ironed some shirts and then fell asleep watching an old episode of “Bake Off”. I *hate* falling asleep in the evening – I shall be wide awake at 3am…
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