I slept like a log, despite disturbing dreams of having
somehow been entered into a running race. (Me!?)
I got up taking care to to wake the dogs, and as I scoffed
brekkie I watched the last in the new series of “The League of Gentlemen”; there were only three episodes, but they
were good ones.
I then had a look-see at the Internet. It don’t look at
itself. With very little of note having happened I set off to work.
It was another damp and foggy morning. I was amazed at how
busy the roads were today; yesterday "er indoors TM"
had commented how quiet the roads were on her drive to work. The motorway was
horrible today.
As I drove the pundits were discussing my local MP Damien
Green. He's been
sacked from the cabinet. From what I can work out, he's been given the
heave-ho for lying about looking at pictures of nudey ladies on his works
computer. It's not really that shocking an offence; he should have owned up to
it, and everyone would have said that everyone looks at pictures of nudey
ladies on computers. That's what computers were made for.
But he lied about it.
What bothers me most though is that the scandal was (apparently) deliberately leaked by the
police. Bearing in mind it is widely reported that the police authorities hate
Mr Green, you would have thought the coppers would have been more circumspect
in squealing on him.
But there's no denying that my piss boiled when I heard the
allegations about one in five pregnancies having harm caused by the treatment
mothers and babies receive
from the NHS.
The story might be true; but what winds me up is the way it
is reported. The implication is that medical professionals go out of their way
to cause hurt.
I've whinged about this before...
I stopped off at Aldi before work. We needed cranberry
sauce and a Christmas cake. I asked an assistant where they were. He told me he
didn't know and walked off. As did another chap. A passing woman told me she
was too busy to deal with customers. The fourth assistant all but said "F... off fatso".
I found someone willing to help on my sixth attempt. If I
wasn't running short of time I would have gone to Sainsburys.
I did my bit at work, and remarked at how depressing it was
that it got dark so early in the afternoon. But I'd completely overlooked how
today is the shortest day. The days will start getting longer from here on in.
Once
home I took the dogs round the road. They like their walks. Once home they had
their tea and were soon both snoring. It turned out that "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" had been round for a “dog adventure” and the dogs were worn out.
With
"er indoors TM" off on her works booze-up I had to
fend for myself, so I scoffed some malt loaf for tea whilst watching the last
episode of the current season of “Peaky
Blinders”. That show started well, but I don’t think the writers realised
how successful it would be. It certainly isn’t what it once was.
I
wonder what time "er indoors TM" will get in. Previous
works Christmas booze-ups have been messy…
No comments:
Post a Comment