I gave up trying to
sleep at five o’clock and got up. Over brekkie I watched an episode of “Big Mouth” before sparking up my
lap-top. Pretty much nothing had happened on Facebook, and I had no emails… but
was it too early?
There
was an embarrassing five minutes whilst I tried to remember what I had done
with my car, but soon I was on my way to work through a rather dark, wet and
foggy morning. As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were interviewing
some hippy-type about the start of fracking somewhere up north. The hippy-type
was probably right about how fracking goes utterly against all the green
initiatives announced by the government last week. It is somewhat annoying how
despite their usually needing a wash and a shave, hippy-types are generally
right about what a stuff-up humanity is making of the environment.
But
all the time the punters want to use so much leccie, the power has to come from
somewhere. If only the hippy-types could come up with an answer for that one...
There
was also talk about the cost of drugs to the National Health Service.
Apparently a course of treatment for hepatitis C which costs the NHS
thirty-five thousand pounds can be purchased in Australia for eight thousand
pounds. I would have said that this shows that it pays to shop around, but some
financial analyst windbag was on the radio explaining that this is market
forces in action. People pay as much for any given item as they think it is
worth. This (somehow) justifies
charging an absolute fortune for something that costs pence to make because
people value their health so much. And furthermore justifies why you can charge
more for healthcare for children (!)
Logic
is a wonderful thing. I wish I had money to invest in the pharmaceutical
industry. Or in spouting rubbish live on national radio.
And
there was talk about Boris Johnson's throwing rocks at the Prime Minister's
attempts to salvage something from the Brexit negotiations (which took a turn for the worse at the
weekend). Bearing in mind just what a large role Mr Johnson played in
getting the country into this state both in the Brexit referendum and then as
Foreign Secretary I would really have expected more from him. Or perhaps not,
now we've seen his true colours.
I got to work despite
awful traffic on the M20. Today was an early shift. I like those. I would have
liked it better had I not walked in to something of an emergency. But things
eventually calmed down.
An early start made for
an early finish, and with an early finish I was able to walk the dogs round the
park whilst it was still light.
As we walked a passing
cyclist asked I’d seen the little stray dog and did I know whose dog it was…
It’s not the first time that Fudge has been taken for a stray as he bimbles so
far behind. And then a passing six-year-old went hysterical because (he claimed) both dogs were trying to
bite him. I was intrigued as to how they could be trying to bite him from
twenty yards away when they were both ignoring him. I thought about asking but
decided it best not to get involved.
And with "er indoors TM" off out for the evening
I caught up on watching the telly. I’ve now seen all of the second season of “Big Mouth” and the most recent episodes
of “South Park” and “The Good Place”.
I really need a new
series to watch on Netflix…
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