Yesterday I woke one minute before the
alarm was due to go off. Today I woke three hours before, and then lay awake
being alternately licked and chewed by the puppy.
I gave up trying to sleep, and over an
early brekkie (spent with a dog that
wasn't licking or chewing me) I watched the episode of Red Dwarf which
featured Pete Tranter's sister.
I've read interviews with the young lady
who played the part of Pete Tranter's sister in which she says that the thing
she remembers most about filming that part in Red Dwarf was how cold it was.
I'm not surprised she was cold.
It was cold as I drove to work this
morning. Again I marvelled at the idiots on the motorway. When driving along a
motorway when I come to a junction, if I am staying on the motorway I pull into
the middle lane to make space for people to join the motorway. I don't slow
down so's to block everyone else.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were
giving the shock news that following the Brexit announcement, the applications
for nursing positions in
the NHS from EU nationals are down by over ninety per cent on last year’s
applications. Also many of the nurses who are EU nationals have left the UK and
are going home, and most of them who are left are planning to leave soon.
Why are they going home? I've done this
to death. I realise that there are those who voted for Brexit purely to achieve
this. I sincerely hope they are happy now they have got what they wanted, but I
would ask who they expect to run the country's health service now.
We might have shot ourselves in the foot
by making them all feel so unwelcome. How many extra millions of pounds a week
were we promised by the Brexiteers? Far from getting a boost to the NHS, we’ve
lost loads of nurses. And (I suspect)
all sorts of other health care professionals too.
I got to work early, which was just as
well as I was on the early shift. I had a busy day, and came home. I collected
Fudge, and together we went to the vet; he had his annual check-up and booster
injections this evening.
Fudge doesn’t like going to the vets; he
was pulling to get away all the time we were in the waiting room. I wish I knew
why he hates the place so much; he’s never had a bad experience whilst I’ve
been with him there. He never bats an eyelid when he has injections. The vet
said he probably picks up on the pheromones from animals that are ill, or have
had surgery. I suppose that is possible.
He had his jabs; the bet gave his back a
really good going over (bearing in mind
the problems he’s had) and says that all seems to be fine. The only problem
was that they left it to me to get the worming tablet down his neck… I tried
hiding in in cheese. He yummed up the cheese and sat the tablet out. Several
times.
"er indoors TM" is off out
tonight, so I shall see what I can find to watch on Netflix… “Peaky Blinders” sounds interesting.
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