I woke with a start when the puppy trod
on my goolies at 5am this morning. After such a rude awakening I wasn’t going
to get back to sleep. Over brekkie I watched an old episode of “Dad’s Army”. For all that I’ve seen all
the episodes so many times I am only now realising just how unrehearsed the
show was. Most of the actors were obviously stumbling over their lines; clearly
not remembering what they were supposed to be saying.
I then stared in to cyberspace for a few
minutes. Several people had asked me to put a black 8-ball as my Facebook
status as some sort of prostate cancer awareness thing. I’m sorry, but (as I’ve ranted before) I don’t do this
sort of thing. I’d rather *do*
something practical or give a few quid. A Facebook status doesn’t really achieve
anything.
I had an email from Mrs Rabe Maxi who
claimed her husband had recently died leaving her several million quid to give
to a charity, but the only way for her to get her hands on the cash involved my
intervention. She was offering me forty per cent of the cash if I would then
pass on the remaining seventy per cent (!)
to a charity of my choice.
As scams go it was pretty weak; she
could at least have got her sums right.
I set off to work for another early
shift. It was rather damp this morning. As I drove the pundits on the radio
were discussing the case of the policeman who reported rampant
racism in the Metropolitan Police Force who was then formally disciplined;
having been accused of having made up the allegations. This is probably why so
few people are afraid to be whistle-blowers; I know from bitter experience that
if you stand up and say something that embarrasses the establishment, the
establishment will find a way of sticking in the knife.
I am reminded of the two hundred and
eighty fifth Rule of Acquisition “No good
deed ever goes unpunished.”
I got to work, did my bit, and having
been on the early shift I got away early. I was glad I did. Just as I got home
I heard the news that the NHS has been the
victim of a cyber-attack. My small corner of the NHS would seem to have been
unaffected, but you have to wonder about the mentality of anyone who would
attack a hospital in any way.
Once home, "er indoors TM"
and I took the dogs round the park. As we walked we saw some blue tits had made
a nest in a broken street light. How cute!!
Once home I watered my monkey-puzzle
tree and fed the fish. I had canine assistance for both of these tasks. "er
indoors TM" then set off to Hythe for the evening; I did
some ironing whilst watching a DVD I’d bought last Monday. “Rise of the Krays” as quite watchable
if you like that sort of thing.
My elbow still hurts…
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