I would have
had a better night if I could just have gone to the loo and back in the small
hours and didn’t have to clear up a humungous dog turd. I’m going to blame Pogo
as he is the only dog large enough to have done one that size.
Pausing only
briefly to break the dishwasher’s drawer as I unloaded it, over brekkie (once
I’d got the Internet working again) I watched the first episode of “After Life”; a new show starring Ricky Gervais. I’m not sure if I like it or not.
I took care
not to disturb Fudge as I got dressed. He was fast asleep on the bed. I say
"fast asleep" - his eyes were open, and he seemed to be watching my
every move, but he wasn't moving much.
As I drove to
work there radio was broadcasting their "Farmers World" bit.
Usually it is dull, but today there was a rather interesting thing about
stoats. It could have been better; the person presenting the thing seemed to
have a right sulk on. Apparently he'd been banging on about stoats on the radio
for years and no one could give a metaphorical rat's arse. But when David
Attenborough mentioned the creatures a little while ago, everyone sat up and
took notice. I did think that this just illustrated the difference between a world-renown
presenter on prime-time TV and "jimmy-no-one" on an obscure
radio show at half past six on a Sunday morning, but perhaps I was being a tad
harsh.
At seven
o'clock stoats gave way to the morning news program. Apparently the bleeding
hearts are all upset about the Shamima Begum case. Having come to the UK with her
parents she announced that the UK was a load of old crap and went off to join
ISIS knowing full well she wouldn't be allowed back.
She then had
babies in the war zone to which she'd moved, and now feels the UK should take
her back as a war zone is no place to bring up a family. Whilst I feel some
sympathy for her as she was rather young when she absconded, it turns out
there's now more other ex-British citizens who've run off to join ISIS,
realised they've picked the wrong side and had their British citizenship
revoked.
These two specifically
mentioned in the news are old enough to know better. On the one hand is
it fair to leave people in danger? On the other hand they went there of their
own accord with full knowledge of where they were going.One of the people being
interviewed on the radio was wise enough to realise that allowing these people
back just plays into the hands of the far right wing racists and hate-mongers..
It's a sad
old world, isn't it?
There was
also talk of how the current Pope is going to open all the Vatican's archives
on Pope Pius XII who was in the papal hot-seat during the second world war.
There are all sorts of allegations about the bloke, but I can't see how digging
the dirt eighty years later is going to achieve anything
I got to work
and seriously considered going to the works canteen for a fry-up, but thought
better of it. instead I went in to work and got on with it. As I sometimes do.
As I worked I had a phone call. A friend was hunting out a geocache I'd found a
couple of weeks ago and was finding it rather elusive. Did I remember where it
was. Actually I did. At the risk of giving spoilers, if ever you are roaming
the countryside and find a discarded DVD bearing the artwork of "Minge
Mania" (a DVD appealing to a rather specialist interest niche market)
then you will be close to it. Personally I couldn't help but wonder who would
buy a DVD entitled "Minge Mania" and then be so careless as to
lose it some two miles from the nearest DVD player.
Part of me
was jealous that I too wasn't out walking. But not *that* jealous - I
could see the rain on the window. I don't mind working at the weekend when it
rains.
With my bit done at work I came
home to a house smelling rather strongly of paint. "er indoors TM" had been busy
today whilst I was at work. Seeing that the
rain had stopped and that the dogs were asking to go out, we went round the
park. Oh, it was cold. And it didn’t help that Pogo was trying to pick some
fights (once he’d finished eating Fudge’s poops). I was glad to get back
home.
We *could* have gone to
the geo-meet in Harbledown this evening, but the place where it was being held
didn’t do food, and we were a tad peckish. So we didn’t go. We watched some of “Crufts”
on the telly instead. "er indoors TM" is going to do a
bit more painting; I might just continue with a geo-project I started last
September…
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