I had a rather traumatic night plagued with vivid dreams in
which I had been appointed vicar of the local church and was charged with
conducting some arcane ceremony involving bags of salt and vinegar crisps.
Rather nonsensical, but probably no more so than what goes on in real churches.
I got up shortly after half past five, and nearly tripped
over Fudge who was on the bedroom floor. He’d managed to come upstairs, but the
jump on to the bed was a bit much for him.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Dad’s Army” which the SkyPlus box had recorded for me (it is kind like that). Watching it
passed half an hour, but as usual the show had no thought-out end. It just
bumbled along, and after thirty minutes they just ran the credits.
I then sparked up my lap-top to have a look-see at the
Internet. Very little had happened on Facebook overnight. More and more
Facebook is becoming something that people just look at rather than actively
contribute to, which is a shame.
And with no emails of note I got myself organised and set
off to work.
There was a light dusting of snow on my car. As I drove
closer to work the snow got thicker (not
that there was *that* much of the stuff). As I drove I listened to the
radio. Apparently there are calls for the NHS to be funded by a special tax. Money raised would be
ring-fenced. At the moment all tax money gets chucked into a pot; the idea is
that by allocating some to the NHS the public could see that their tax money
gets spent on the NHS.
An odd idea… it wouldn’t raise any more money that is
already paid in tax. And what do the public think currently funds the NHS?
The pundits then wheeled on Labour MP Hilary Benn who spoke about the
latest Brexit plans. He spoke to ten minutes without actually saying anything
at all.
And I got a little bit cross when Lauri Love’s father was
interviewed. Lauri Love has criminally hacked into pretty much every computer
in America that he shouldn’t (over a
period of a year) and doesn’t want to face justice. His father was banging
on about how terrible American prisons are, and what a delicate little petal
Lauri is. I can’t help but think that American prisons are deliberately
terrible to make sure that delicate little petals don’t act in such a stupid
way that they will end up in one.
But what do I know?
I had a rather good day, but had something of a brainstorm.
Thinking that going home time was what it used to be when I worked somewhere
else, I shoved off rather early. Woops(!)
I shall make up the time tomorrow.
Once home "er indoors TM"
boiled up some scran, then went bowling leaving me “home alone” with my dogs. I watched a film I’d recorded last night.
“Queen and Country”
started well, but I fell asleep less than half way through…
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