Another good night’s sleep; but again I
woke up with serious pain in my elbow. What happens overnight to set the thing
off?
Over brekkie I watched more “BattleStar Galactica”. When it finished
the telly was randomly playing a fishing programme. This morning the anglers were talking about
how to pose with a fish for best effect for the camera. "My Boy TM"
always tells me that I can’t hold a fish to the camera to save my life. He
assures me I hold a fish like I would hold a gun. Maybe I picked up a tip or
two from the telly; we shall find out on next week’s fishing trip… if I catch
anything.
I then had my usual morning root around
the Internet. I got a little peeved when I had a look at Facebook. It seems to
be the “in-thing” at the moment to
post trite comments about how you are always there is people need you, but
several people posting these memes certainly weren’t anywhere to be found when
I had my little episode six years ago. Nor were they anywhere to be found when
others have needed a hand from time to time.
For all that I am a fan of Facebook, the
Facebook status message is nothing more than words. I can’t see how anyone can
“support” any cause by copying and
pasting something that someone else has copied and pasted. Supporting a cause
means either giving that cause hard cash, or getting off your arse and actually
doing something to help.
Or both.
I checked my emails. I had a “found it” log on one of my geocaches
which was dated last August. Why even bother doing the hobby if you are going
to take nine months to do the admin that goes with it? I had more offers of
free incontinence pads from Tena Lady (!),
and LinkedIn told me that someone of whom I’d never heard had got a new job.
I set off to work. It was rather cold
this morning. As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about
the government’s commitment to reduce immigration. The problem of skilled
workers in the NHS was discussed at length. The feeling being put forward by
the government’s lackey being interviewed was that the NHS was over-dependent
on cheap immigrant labour. He felt that the average Brit wasn’t doing the job
of (specifically) a nurse because it
was cheaper to import someone to do the job.
The implication was clear – a socking
great pay rise for all NHS workers so that he NHS gets applications from
British people again. I’d be up for that.
There was then a lot of talk about how
the reduction of police patrol cars is making British roads lawless. I had a
little chuckle over this; just as this theory was being expounded I had to
swerve dangerously to avoid being rammed by a Sky TV van (registration PF12 DWE) which, having driven up the wrong lane, was
determined to push into the queue of traffic in which I’d been patiently
waiting for some time.
I got to work and had a rather busy day. So
busy that I didn’t fancy going out with "er indoors TM",
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM", "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" and the dogs this evening. Instead I did dull CPD until "er
indoors TM" boiled up a rather good bit of scoff….
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