As I drove home from a rather horrible night shift the
pundits on the radio were spewing their usual band of drivel. There was a lot
of talk about a scrappage scheme in which people can trade in their
diesel-powered cars at advantageous terms. It makes sense to get rid of the
diesel cars because of all the damage they do to the environment. But the
question of who pays for the scrappage scheme remains to be answered. It
strikes me that the answer is rather obvious. Diesel cars became popular
because government information said how economical they were. Since the
government made them so popular, it is only right that the government pay for
the mistake.
There was also a lot of talk about a levy of twenty-five
pence being put on each cup of coffee bought from the likes of Costa and
Starbucks to pay for the cup they come in. Billed as recyclable, it turns out
they are not.
I don’t think twenty-five pence is unreasonable. If someone
can afford three quid for a cup of coffee then what is twenty-five pence to
them? Three quid for a cup of coffee?! How do people afford this? At work we
have a tea club. I pay two quid a month for two coffees a day. That’s five
pence a cup.
Once home I took the dogs for a little walk. We bypassed
Bowens Field because of the floods. But the route we were going to take was
also flooded. So we went round the black alley. When we were half way round the
heavens opened and we got soaked.
We came home where Treacle piddled on the carpet.
I got *so* cross
with her. We’d been out for half an hour. Why couldn’t she have done that on
the walk? She’d managed a rather substantial download whilst we were out. Why
not go the whole hog?
I too myself off to bed. As I walked out of t he living
room I saw a very sheepish Treacle watching me. She wanted to come up, but she
knew I was cross with her. I told her she could come up, and (unlike yesterday) she settled herself on
the side of the bed and didn’t fidget at all as I slept.
I managed five hours sleep (which wasn’t bad) before getting up an dozing in front of the telly
until "er indoors TM" came home.
I’m off to another night shift now. The days between night
shifts are dull…
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