Another restless night; I was rather
warm. Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Detectorists”.
The BBC is re-running the first season; I saw someone had been watching the
show from a posting on Facebook and I had a sulk that I was missing new
episodes. I wasn’t, but I then realised I’d like to watch the show again.
Catch-up TV is a wonderful thing.
When it finished John Wilson’s fishing
show was playing on the Quest channel. For all that I like fishing, I don’t
really like the John Wilson fishing shows much. There’s something about the
chap that winds me up; it is my brother’s lame to fame that he once told Mr
Wilson to bugger off.
I then got the lap-top going and had a
look into cyber-space. There wasn’t anything that happened on Facebook
overnight. There had been this “don’t
post anything on social media for twenty minutes to show support for the
Manchester victims” thing last night (no
– I didn’t understand it either) and it would seem that no one really then
wanted to be the first person to be seen to post afterwards.
My email in-box was similarly
disappointing. I had an offer of a cut-price coach trip to Windsor Castle (the trip included a cream tea on the river
Thames!) but that was about it.
As I did this Fudge watched quietly from
his basket without moving…
I set off to work. I had a moment’s
panic when I saw the motorway information boards were saying there were serious
delays between junctions five and six. I had a sense of serious relief when I
realised that was for the M25; not the M20 that I was on. But as luck would
have it there *was* a serious delay
beteen junction five and six on my motorway anyway.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were making some thought-provoking comments about the mind-set of the
recent terrorist atrocities. It was pointed out that Britain (and other countries) have a habit of
getting involved in other people’s wars to support whichever side suits the
political whim of the day, and once the perceived baddie is defeated, the poor
locals are left without a pot to piss in and suffering the aftermath of a war
they didn’t create. Furthermore they are then subjected to the crackpot
religious ideas of whichever local nutter thinks he has a direct line to god in
his head. And from what I’ve recently gleaned of history, up until a few
hundred years ago much of European history was basically fighting over various
superstitions so is it really surprising that religious nutters causing trouble
are abounding? History repeating itself?
It was suggested that the Western world
might leave others alone.
A racist thought? Maybe?
I got to work and had a good day. People
brought in cakes and ice creams, and the workload was rather quiet. And an
early start made for an early finish.
I came home; the puppy was rather
excited, but my dog was limping about. He definitely overdid it in the river
yesterday. We didn’t go for our evening walk; instead I spent two hours in the
garden; I strimmed and mowed the lawn, then strimmed and mowed it again. By the
time I’d raked up the grass and cut back the roses and clematis and assorted
jungle hanging over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door I’d filled our garden
waste recycle bin.
I’d intended to spend half an hour or so
in the garden; I spent two hours out there.
"er indoors TM" came home and
sorted dinner which we scoffed with a bottle of plonk. Little Fudge didn’t move
all evening. I think he’s going to be on the sick list for a little while…
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